They began to see other survivors in the streets, milling about the roads and pavements, still in shock from the night before. Raggedy people with no idea of what to do. Drifting shadows. Pale, slack and confused faces. An old woman asked them if help was coming, and before Mason could answer she...
The sound of flames was like roaring wind. A firestorm. Guppy parked the ailing car by the roadside, looking down at the town as the fire consumed it. There were muffled pops and booms. Buildings collapsed. Wood and brick structures were fuel for the fires. Detonations flashed and echoed aro...