Yet names trickled through his brain, just out of reach, each one on the tip of his tongue before they melted away. What the hell…?
Nat eased off the couch and made his way to the foyer, opening the door to a gust of cold snowflakes in his face. Quickly, he picked up the paper and pushed the door shut. He stopped dead at the front page. Deck jerked up, anticipating having to catch him before he landed on top of him on the couch.
“What is it, Nat?” Deck asked, standing up to look at the paper. He peeked over Nat’s shoulder. The front page knocked the air out of him.
RWE BOMB DROPPED OUT OF JENTON
Last night, while our small town slept, an RWE bomb was dropped outside of our peaceful town. The burning of the Richmond Orchard is predicted to impact the business district by this afternoon. Water pressure is causing issues for the few firefighters that were capable of responding to the call last night. Please evacuate the city by noon today. All city utilities from 3100 block to 4800 block will be cut by 2:00 p.m. this afternoon. Due to a lack of security personnel, we are asking that you take all valuables with you. We will no longer be able to respond to emergencies in the evacuation zone.
—Thank you, Mayor Rick A. Rouler
“A rad-waste bomb, outside of Jenton,” Nat whispered in disbelief.
“Do you think this explains why there are all these dogs in our houses, the Richmond’s burning?” Deck asked him, doubting even what he had just asked.
“No, I – I don’t think it’s the orchards. The dogs you saw in your house, did they seem familiar in some way?” Nat asked. A buzzing in the back of his head was threatening to put him under. He put a hand to his neck, massaging it, trying to ease the pain. The pressure was unbearable. His gut dropped to his feet and a cold sweat beaded on his brow.
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