День триффидов
Frustration
AllIdidknowaboutitwasthatitwassomethingnastyenoughtomakethatred-hairedyoungmanusehispistolandchangehismindaboutfollowingmyparty.
ItbegantolooktomeasifIhadbeendoingmygroupaquestionableservicefromthefirst.Ihadsucceededinkeepingthemalive,placedbetweenarivalgangononesideandtriffidsencrouchingfromtheHeathontheother.Nowtherewasthissickness,too.And,whenallwassaidanddone,Ibadachievedonlythepostponementofstarvationforalittlewhile.
Asthingswerenow,Ididnotseemyway.
AndthentherewasJosellaonmymind.Thesamesortsofthings,maybeworse,wereaslikelytobehappeninginherdistrict......
IfoundmyselfthinkingofMichaelBeadleyandhislotagain.Ihadknownthenthattheywerelogical;nowIbegantothinkthatmaybetheyhadatruerhumanity,too.Theyhadseenthatitwashopelesstotrytosaveanybutaveryfew.Togiveanemptyhopetotherestwaslittlebetterthancruelty.
Besides,therewereourselves.Iftherewerepurposeinanythingatall,whathadwebeenpreservedfor?Notsimplytowasteourselvesonaforlorntask,surely?
IdecidedthattomorrowIwouldgoinsearchofJosellaandwewouldsettleittogether.
Thelatchofthedoormovedwithaclick.Thedooritselfopenedslowly.
"Who’sthat?"Isaid.
"Oh,itisyou,"saidagirl’svoice.
Shecamein,closingthedoorbehindher.
"Whatdoyouwant?"Iasked.
Shewastallandslim.Undertwenty,Iguessed.Herhairwavedslightly.Chestnut-colored,itwas.
