"He trotted, heavy, big-footed, swinging wounded full-bellied, through the trees toward the tall grass and cover, and the crash came again to go past him ripping the air apart."
"I stepped inside but didn't have to go past the anteroom, piled high with corpses. 1 knew there was noplace for me to go. 1 grabbed a box of air filters for my suit and found another bandolier of grenades."
"“Okay, so I think we stay on this and go past Louisville, and then Hummingbird Valley should be a ways outside it—maybe half an hour.”"