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September 19, 2007

Wednesday

Keep moving or you'll die.

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David: Meet The Parents

The sand exploding at my feet prompted me to reverse direction and run the other way. Who was shooting, or why, I had no idea. The last thing I had understood in the past couple of days was that my daughter’s fiancé’s father was completely insane. And, apparently, trying to get me killed.

He claimed to be a rogue CIA agent, working some big deal that he had to settle before the wedding. More likely, we’d never live to see the wedding, the way things were going.

From his hiding place behind the car, he shouted useless advice at me.

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Ted: Early Days, pt 2

The first of the snarl came a month after Landfall. The Argo had already been gutted down to the beams, so there was no turning back. The higher than expected gravity and heat had already killed over half the colonists and livestock.

Galikinoucous ordered the survivors to split up into hands, each hand to send its fingers out into the countryside, to keep moving until the snarl migration was over. One finger was to be always on guard, protecting the rest of the hand, guarding the flanks, armed with the few rifles they had left.

Then came the rainy season.

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