Hordes of desperate, hopeful souls tried to escape-but they were locked in. Get away from the crater but do NOT try to break through the fences.
The center of the city is gone, so you have to get to the edges of Parole lickety-quick.
She talked quickly, desperately, a rapid-fire barrage of comfort and direction, and every single person in the city shut up and listened.īut it’s gonna be okay, I promise, because I’m going to talk you through this. And a sunny girl’s voice issued from every radio, every frequency, every speaker. Black smoke and tongues of flame licked up from the crevices as the asphalt crumbled, and everywhere screams cut through the terrible noise of the collapsing city. Sidewalks split apart into huge cracks, and giant craters devoured cars and buildings and people like hungry jaws. They say we started out in a blaze of glory, and now we’re all going down in flames. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.Īll rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever except as provided by the U.S.
Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Chapter headers by RoAnna Sylver and Lyssa Chiavari.
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