My ankle was swollen from last night’s activities. My back hurt from sleeping on the roof. My shoulder barely worked thanks to falling asleep on my own arm. I rubbed my eyes but it didn’t help. They still felt like sand paper. “You might have gotten uglier,” Joel observed. I didn’t have the energy to flip him off. “I feel like shit.” “Dehydrated. You need water. We all do,” he said. Joel crept to the edge of the roof and looked over the side of the building. He came back up and shook his head. Roz stayed low and stared after him. The kids were a few feet away, conferring in whispered voices. It was overcast, and from the chill in the air I’d guess it was no later than about 0600 hours. “Not good. We can’t get down. We can’t go back in the garage, and we can’t get in the house.”
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