Dead Hunger V: The Road To California - Plot & Excerpts
I said. “We could kill all these, but it would take too much.” “Why aren’t they at the doors anymore?” asked Albert. It was the question I dreaded. I wondered if I should lie to him, then thought better of it. He was nineteen years old; old enough to be told the truth when he asked a question. It’s that awkward moment when you wish an awkward moment joke was appropriate, but you know it’s not. “They scatter because there’s nothing drawing them,” I said. He stared at me, only his eyes visible through the eerie mask. “What do you mean?” “Albert, I think Hemp would concur that without the draw of human flesh or the direction of the red-eyed females, they just wander. All directions. Like they’re doing right now.” “Why aren’t they going to the doors? What about the people inside there? They smelled them before, right? What’s different?”
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