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It was too much. Just too damn much. How many more times must I be an involuntary witness to torture and death before the world moves on? Get ripped out of sleep, watch a man I respected actually kill a woman, watch Aaron somehow explode and slip into a coma, watch that tall black man get eaten alive by baboons, and then, THEN watch a little girl get dragged along the side of the bus a dozen yards before her grip slips and she becomes dessert for the goddamned simians. The victims were more and more innocent each time. What next??
No one wanted to talk about the little girl. Certainly no one wanted to blame Fred; he did more than any of us to save her. Right now all we could focus on was Aaron. If we could save him, if we could protect just one person in this god forsaken wasteland, maybe it would be alright.
Truth be told, I wanted to veer the bus into the next ditch I found. That would be better really, better that Aaron never woke up, better that poor Vark and Skye didn't have to suffer anymore. But I doubted that I could really pull it off and be sure no one survived. And I would NOT be guilty of increasing their suffering when all I wanted was for the pain to stop. No. Just drive.
The sun was just peeking over the horizon, and I could see buildings coming up in the distance. Soon we would have to decide whether to look for that fabled peach cannery or continue on for fear of more animals on the loose. Jesus Christ, what if that zoo had a goddamned tiger?
Just. Drive.
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