Текст книги "Sleep Tight"

Автор книги: Jeff Jacobson

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“You wanna go back?” one of them asked.

Ed shook his head. “No. It’s gone. How much gas we got?”

The cop checked. “Full tank.”

Ed took another shot from Sam’s flask, felt the burning as it trickled down his throat. “East. Michigan.”

The cops looked back at the ruined city. One threw the line back to the soldiers on the warship. His partner hit the throttle, spun the wheel, and they headed east.

Ed screwed the cap back on the flask and tucked it safely away. As they sped across the lake, he leaned back and watched the sky.

A harsh, foul-smelling wind swirled down Clinton, a narrow side street west of the Loop. Tiny pink particles floated in the air currents, little messengers of death for anything that used oxygen. Flowers wilted. Leaves fell from trees.

Down in the middle of the empty street, a manhole cover moved slightly. It rose up, then fell back. It was lifted again from underneath, and this time, it was pushed up hard enough to slip out of its circular edging, and shoved across the pavement. A figure in a hazmat suit climbed slowly out, then lifted another suit with a smaller figure curled inside.

The hazmat suit staggered along, carrying the second suit, slung over its shoulder like hobo luggage. It bent over, peering into parked cars. It came to a car, a late-model gray sedan, double parked, blocking the right lane. The door was unlocked. The keys were in the ignition.

The hazmat figure looked at the pink dust on his suit, then back at the peculiar rainbow smoke rising from the manhole. Beyond the manhole, back toward what was left of the Loop, a shimmering glow filled the sky.

Tommy lifted Grace, put her in the passenger seat, and strapped her in. He held the faceplate over her head and asked, “You good?”

She smiled as if sitting in this strange car, encased in an adult’s hazmat suit was the most natural thing in the world, and gave him another thumbs-up. He smiled back, unable to contain his joy. He had his daughter.

He twisted the key in the ignition, expecting to hear the monotonous clicking of a dead battery. But it had only been four days, after all. The engine turned over almost immediately. He turned on the headlights, put the car into drive, and they pulled away.

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ISBN: 978-0-7860-3078-1

First electronic edition: August 2013

eISBN-13: 978-0-7860-3079-8

eISBN-10: 0-7860-3079-8

Notes

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Taken from the World Health Organization website.