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/* /*]] */ Axler, James – Deathlands 26 – Shadowfall Ryan was shocked at the wide-eyed look of horror on Krysty’s face
“What?” he whispered.
“Oh, Earth Mother! Back. Must turn back now. Feel desperate danger behind us. Turn back.” She pushed past Ryan, running clumsily past the others, nearly knocking over Abe.
Krysty grabbed at Trader’s sleeve. “Stop!” she hissed. “We have to go back, Trader. I can feel it. Very, very strong. Behind us.”
The woman stared behind her, into the dark bank of fog that was all around them like an encircling wall.
“Somethings gone triple-wrong, Trader. Mebbe they know we’re coming. I can’t tell what it is.”
Ryan started to go back toward where they’d left the ten sec men, but Trader called to him.
“Goin’ somewhere, Ryan?”
“You heard her. Krysty gets a feeling as strong as this one, then you take note of it.”
“She doesn’t know what it is, but she feels something might’ve gone wrong.” Trader laughed and shook his head. “We keep goin’.”
For a moment nobody moved.
Then the sound came from behind them, to the east, a terrible piercing scream of soul-tearing pain and despair.
