День триффидов

Shadows Before

           "It’snotgoingtomakemuchdifferencetothem,"shesaid.

           Fortherestofthewaytherewaslittletodelayus.WithinafewminutesIwaspullingupatthehousesheshowedme,Wegotoutofthecar,andIpushedopenthegate.Ashortdrivecurvedroundabedofbusheswhichhidmostofthehousefrontfromtheroad.Asweturnedthecorner,Josellagaveacryandranforward.Afigurewaslyingonthegravel,chestdownward,butwiththeheadturnedtoshowonesideofitsface.Thefirstglanceatitshowedmethebrightredstreakacrossthecheek.

           "Stop!"Ishoutedather.

           Therewasenoughalarminmyvoicetocheckher.

           Ihadspottedthetriffidnow.Itwaslurkingamongthebushes,wellwithinstrikingrangeofthesprawledfigure.

           "Back!Quick!"Isaid.

           Stilllookingatthemanontheground,shehesitated.

           "ButImust"shebegan,turningtowardme.Thenshestopped.Hereyeswidened,andshescreamed.

           Iwhippedroundtofindatriffidtoweringonlyafewfeetbehindme.

           InoneautomaticmovementIhadmyhandsovermyeyes.Iheardthestingwhistleasitslashedoutatmebuttherewasnoknockout,noagonizingburning,even.One’smindcanmovelikelightningatsuchamoment;nevertheless,itwasmoreinstinctthanreasonwhichsentmeleapingatitbeforeiibadtimetostrikeagain.Icollidedwithit,overturningit,andevenasIwentdownwithitmyhandswereontheupperpartofthestem,tryingtopulloffthecupandthesting.Triffidstemsdonotsnapbuttheycanhemangled.

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