Six soldiers were standing sentry on the catwalk that ran across the base’s closed entryway. One of the soldiers spotted Andrew approaching and quickly pointed his rifle towards him. The other soldiers snapped to attention and quickly followed suit. Six red laser dots appeared in the center of Andrew’s chest, clustered in a tight circle. Andrew froze, smiling. “That’s far enough!” one of the soldiers shouted as he kept his rifle aimed steadily at Andrew. “I’m no enemy,” Andrew said. “I traveled here from Camp 6–” “Then I suggest you turn around and go back to Camp 6,” the soldier interrupted. “Raiders burned it down to the ground,” Andrew said as he stared at the lieutenant insignias on the soldier’s uniform. He nodded. “There is nothing left for me back there, lieutenant.” “Your problem, not mine,” the lieutenant calmly replied. “I don’t take kindly to deserters.” Andrew closed his eyes and tried to control his tone. “I work for FEMA,”
