They had not long left Alistair's house when he told Storm there was something he wanted to show him. It wasn't going to be a long detour and they wouldn't be getting out of the car. He had turned off the highway, soon after reaching the outskirts of the city. “We need to be very discreet. Best to try to look like we live around here.”
“Wagonshaks Incorporated is an international company. They’re used by the government to set up and service emergency shelters—and—internment camps.”
“You mean those emergency camps for homeless and the refugees, don’t you?”
Alistair pointed his finger at Storm. “That’s what they’ve been telling us. But they’ve been popping up along main trunk lines for the last couple of years. They have been using the old brick storehouses built early last century. …show more content…
Not before he had glimpsed Candice in the front passenger seat. Her stained cotton dress. Her blond hair hanging over her face. A good thing because Storm didn't want to see her expression. Her right leg was completely gone.
The entire side of the driver was missing too. In the one glimpse detailed on his brain in high definition Storm saw the flesh seared closed. Black burn marks in red flesh. Shane and his driver's seat were now melted into a macabre work of art. Bitumen showed where the floor of the car should have been. He struggled to contain himself, but his body seemed not to his to control any longer. He stumbled, bent double, and vomited over his sneakers.
Headlights on high beam lit up the inside of the cab. Red and blue rotating lights of the police car hurtled past them with a scream of its siren.
“Did you hear what the old man said?” Alistair asked. “That meteorite came with no warning. Just the one, and it hit them!”
Alone on the straights, he gazed up at the luminescent evening sky, watching the multiple bright green lights. Long tails streaming after them. Like so many matches flicked across the
“Wagonshaks Incorporated is an international company. They’re used by the government to set up and service emergency shelters—and—internment camps.”
“You mean those emergency camps for homeless and the refugees, don’t you?”
Alistair pointed his finger at Storm. “That’s what they’ve been telling us. But they’ve been popping up along main trunk lines for the last couple of years. They have been using the old brick storehouses built early last century. …show more content…
Not before he had glimpsed Candice in the front passenger seat. Her stained cotton dress. Her blond hair hanging over her face. A good thing because Storm didn't want to see her expression. Her right leg was completely gone.
The entire side of the driver was missing too. In the one glimpse detailed on his brain in high definition Storm saw the flesh seared closed. Black burn marks in red flesh. Shane and his driver's seat were now melted into a macabre work of art. Bitumen showed where the floor of the car should have been. He struggled to contain himself, but his body seemed not to his to control any longer. He stumbled, bent double, and vomited over his sneakers.
Headlights on high beam lit up the inside of the cab. Red and blue rotating lights of the police car hurtled past them with a scream of its siren.
“Did you hear what the old man said?” Alistair asked. “That meteorite came with no warning. Just the one, and it hit them!”
Alone on the straights, he gazed up at the luminescent evening sky, watching the multiple bright green lights. Long tails streaming after them. Like so many matches flicked across the