Shift (Silo Trilogy #2)

by Hugh Howey

There were red lines that radiated from the silos, one from each, and met at a single point in the distance. Donald had traced the lines with his finger, holding the map up to catch the light spilling from the distant office. He had puzzled over it and then put it back in its place, clues to a mystery he couldn’t define.

it wouldn’t be forever, but Anna had told him that the machines in the air were designed to attack only certain things.

“We’re not sure how, but one of them made it out of sight—”

“Who am I?” he asked, reading the little screen, not understanding. This wasn’t him. “Why did you wake me?” “You told us to, Mr. Thurman.”

One side of the key formed a circle with three wedges inside—the symbol of the silo.

“I think it was some young shadow or tech. I haven’t read the transcripts in forever.” He paged down on the shift report. “It looks like we sent the collapse codes soon after that call, just as a precaution. So even if the cleaner gets over there, she’s gonna find a hole in the ground.”

Taking a few gulps of water and beginning to read, he failed to notice the faint stain left behind, the spot of blood in the crook of his elbow.

One of them was blinking. The number “40” was lit up above it.

He pressed a square of gauze to her arm and removed the needle. He could feel the steel slide beneath the pad and his fingers as he extracted it from her arm.

An IV when left in the arm is typically a plastic tube not an actual needle. This made me chuckle

This was the other way of finding things. It was when the silo was in a gifting mood. It wasn’t a mood the silo got into often.

He already missed the way Shadow rubbed on his shin while he worked, always in the way but clever enough not to be stepped on, coming in a flash whenever Solo broke out in a whistle, there at just the right time. A thing found, before he even knew he needed

You best bet this had me crying.