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Since daybreak, ht of so un to alight, pecking at the ht, Sara had counted heads The shelter contained 654 souls, mostly woanize their removal

"What about the other hardboxes?" Peter asked

Chase’s face was grih the floors"

"Olivia?"

Chase shook his head

"I’m sorry, Ford"

He shook his head faintly None of this was registering completely yet

"What about the tubes?"

"Flooded I don’t kno they did it, but they did"

Peter’s stoh hi his ar one

"No survivors?" Peter asked

Chase shook his head "There’s soar The round beside an overturned Huh that was not the worst of it; on his left hand, which lay across his chest, was a semicircular imprint of teeth He was still in the shade, but the sun would soon find him

Peter knelt beside him "Gunnar, can you hear me?"

The man’s awareness seehted on Peter’s face

"Peter, hello" His voice was bland, lacking emotion except, perhaps, for a touch ofanywhere" His legs had been crushed to a pulp, yet he see no pain at all He lifted his wounded hand with a vague gesture "Can you believe this shit?"

"Does anybody have any water?"

Caleb produced a canteen; just an inch or two sloshed in the bottom Peter cupped the man’s neck to lift his head and held the spout to his lips Peter wondered why Apgar had not yet turned Of course, there was a range; it varied person to person A feeak sips, water dribbling froar leaned back

"It’s true what they say You can feel it inside you" He took a long, shuddering breath "How many survivors?"

Peter shook his head "Not many"

"Don’t blame yourself"