““We pretty near lost half our people tonight.… Just slipped away under the cover of darkness.” The voice pauses, and the listeners—five men, each in their third decade of life, former laborers and tradesmen, all spooked now as never before—look down at the ground and remain silent. “I understand the latest ones to leave were the Thorndykes,” the voice says, and pauses again, a single orange speck of light from a cigarette glowing brighter as the speaker takes a vigorous drag off a hand-rolled s...moke. “The Kentons, too.” Another pause. “I understand people are troubled by my … methods … the events of the last few days … my experiments on them bikers. People don’t appreciate my … using walkers in such a manner.” “Can I say something?” James Frazier speaks up. The young man with the sandy hair scratches the side of his grizzled cheek as he measures his words. He runs fingers through his hair. “It’s just … some of the folks with kids … they get a little nervous with this kinda stuff going on.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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