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They tried to adapt their environment instead of adapting to it. And I really can sympathize. Who doesn’t want to break from the herd?
It’s great to live free of the other sheep until you hear the wolves howl.
He looked like I’d just kicked over his sandcastle. He hadn’t wasted one neuron on that thought, because, in his mind, it was just that. A waste. All positivity all the time. Learn to fly, even if it’s in the Hindenburg. Move fast and break things.
Dieting is choosing to eat less. Rationing is eating less because you don’t have a choice. It can drive you crazy, that lack of control. Especially for Americans. You’ve never known starvation, not like the rest of the world.
I don’t know what made me feel worse, that I suddenly didn’t have the world’s knowledge in my pocket or that up until that moment, I’d always assumed I was entitled to it.
FEMA doesn’t stockpile. Not anymore. Too inefficient. They contract out to the private sector, the big box stores, who don’t stockpile either because it’s too inefficient. All stock has to be turned over within twenty-four hours, and if a crisis just happens to hit at the exact moment you’re waiting for a shipment…
“this is life or death. This is when the real you comes out.” She took my hand. “This is when, as the saying goes, adversity introduces us to ourselves.”
Doesn’t all folklore have some basis in reality?
Are they embarrassed about being dethroned? Hiding in self-imposed exile because their façade has been shattered.
People want to help, they want to work together.
Mostar took a breath before speaking. “Carmen, they’re not good or evil. They’re just hungry.”
“They never warn you,” she breathed, “they always come in before the sirens.” I heard her sniff, hard, then cough. “Never get caught in the open, always away from the doors. The old streets are best, narrow. They shield you from shrapnel.” More cryptic Mostar-isms.
I’m not talking about revenge. This is deeper, more primitive. What if those poor dumb brutes flicked a switch in Kate that’s waiting in all our DNA?
