Chapter Thirty-Three
Kes’ autocar was speeding along the main highway into Oceanside, but due to the blackout, the roads and streets leading off it were shadowy and vague. The road was empty of other vehicles except for a solitary pheromone-neutralizing truck making its final rounds, spraying the street with the liquid that removed all traces of human scent. No one walked the streets as far as Kes could see. Everyone was in a home bunker or had gone to one of the municipal shelters.
He was reminded of the second Scythian attack, when all two thousand colonists had crowded into Sidhe. After months of preparation and tension, the nightmare had come true. The enemy had returned, and all that stood between them and the last outpost of human civilization had been a few meters of earth and som
