День триффидов
Dead End
Buttherewasoneappliancethatcouldheputtogooduse.Ipointedtotheflamethrowers.
"Thosemightbehandyfortriffids,"Isaid.
Hegrinned.
"You’reright.Veryeffective.Theonethingwe’veusedthemfor.And,incidentally,theonethingIknowthatreallymakesatriffidbearit.Youcangoonfiringatthemuntilthey’reshottobits,andtheydon’tbudge.Isupposetheydon’tknowwherethedestruction’scomingfrom.Butonewarmlickfromthisandthey’replungingofffittobustthemselves."
"Haveyouhadalotoftroublewiththem?"Iasked.Itseemedthattheyhadnot.Fromtimetotimeone,perhapstwoorthree,wouldapproach,andbescorchedaway.Ontheirexpeditionstheyhadhadseveralluckyescapes,butusuallytheywereoutoftheirvehiclesonlyinbuilt-upareaswheretherewaslittlelikelihoodofprowlingtriffids.
Thatnight,afterdark,weallwentuptotheroof.Itwastooearlyforthemoon.Welookedoutuponanutterlyblacklandscape.Searchitaswewould,notoneofuswasabletodiscovertheleastpinpointofatelltalelight.Norcouldanyofthepartyrecalleverhavingseenatraceofsmokebyday.Iwasfeelingdepressedwhenwedescendedagaintothelamp-litlivingroom.
"There’sonlyonethingforit,then,"Cokersaid.‘We’llhavetodividethedistrictupintoareasandsearchthem."
Buthedidnotsayitwithconviction.
