The snow flurries drifted in on the figure of John F. Light spilled in from above through a hole in the ceiling. Rockson fumbled through the dead man's clothing until he found the small steno pad with pencil notes inside an inner pocket of his frost-covered tunic.ĭanik took the lead, and they passed a lifelike statue of Teddy Roosevelt riding a horse in the Battle of Bull Run, and then a replica of President Bush signing the Martial Law decree in the Oval Office. And so they had desisted from tasting this real human. Perhaps the animals had tried to taste the plastic statues over the centuries and found them unpalatable. The body appeared to be untouched the cold had kept it from rotting. The body was there, stiff and frozen, its eyes wide and mouth gaping, the lips blue. Rockson shone the beam of his light over in the direction Danik indicated. There is still some heat from radioactive elements in that surface - hence the clicking you hear on the Geiger attached to the front of my sled. You notice that there is no snow on that mile-wide plain either. "The heat of the air-detonated blast melted the sand into that shiny surface. "That's the area that took a nuke bomb hit back in the twentieth century," said Rockson grimly. They came over the ridge and looked down on a glassy-surfaced blackened plain. Lincoln - Abraham Lincoln - a plastic figure." "We can roll some boulders over him - better that way - the animals can't get at him." Rockson wondered how they would spade the ground outside, seeing that it was frozen solid. The rubles bought the trapper families some precious supplies like salt in the small free markets in the shadows of the great Soviet forts further east. Hides and furs were exchanged for rubles. The Soviets usually ignored these primitive American communities, which served their purposes because their commanding officers did a brisk trade with the mountainmen who did fur trapping. Moosehead Township was a set of ten or twelve wooden shacks and a tanning shed for hides. It was the area around a small hunter-trapper community called Moosehead. They came upon an area 235 miles south of Colorado Springs Plain that Rockson himself had crossed years earlier. It would be useful, for if the navigation device had some error in it, they could take that into account in plotting their trek south. "There was no hole in the roof."ĭetroit rummaged around and found the toy sextant Run Dutil had used for compiling his meager notes in JFK's plastic hands. "It wasn't like that when I was here two weeks ago," Danik gasped. I left him - and his notebook of our travels - right where he died." Danik's voice trailed off. I was - was too weak, delirious, frightened. He threw up the food and convulsed and died. It gave me the strength to go on, but Run was sickening from a snake bite he got the sixth day out of Eden. Must have been decades old, but we cut them open and ate the stuff. When Run and I broke open the box, we found some canned goods inside. Some other hapless wanderers must have brought it here - we found disintegrating skeletons on the second floor, next to charred wood on a sheet-metal plate. We found a steel box in here, all rusted and jammed closed. "It should be over there - in the shadows - propped up against the wall.
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