“Do you think it’s ever going to stop raining?” Lori asked as the three of us stomped through the forest. “It’s such bad timing,” I said. “They’re burned out of their homes and they get four straight days of rain.” “We’re only thirty-six days short of having to build an ark and gather up two of everything,” Todd said. “That could really be a problem since I don’t think there is another one of you on the planet,” I joked. “That is such a sweet compliment!” Todd said. “Are you trying to win me over? Lori, you might want to be a little bit worried here. I’ve always suspected that he had a thing for me.” “I’m not too worried,” she said. “You have nothing to be worried about,” I assured her, giving Todd a little slug on the shoulder and hitting my knuckles against his body armor. Up ahead a little cluster of tents peeked through the trees and brush. There were more than four dozen of them—the people who were already living in the trees joined by the people from the burned-out condos.
