Lance watched in horror as people were led out of the buildings shown on the television screen. People like him and his family lay dead on the ground where there had been a police shootout and weeping women and children were hustled away towards waiting vans.
The scenes were coming from somewhere in America that he had never heard of, but for every person’s face on the screen he transposed it with one he knew. This was too real now; their very existence was in jeopardy but all Lance could think of to do was to run to his brother and hide.
The enclave was in full lockdown now, no one in or out, so even if he wanted to go he couldn’t. He had managed to call and let Perin know what was happening, even though he knew that he needed to stay out of the situati
