1.3.14
“Are you sure this is where we meet them?” Colton asked.
It was nearly one o’clock in the morning and they stood on the edge of the Long Beach Pier, bundled up, waiting. Selma looked through a pair of binoculars at a constellation of yellow lights moving toward them across the water. Colton couldn’t make out what they were, but he hoped they were the ships Bayard had commandeered.
“I think that’s them,” Selma said. “Hard to tell.”
“How long does the virus last? When do the authorities wake up and start looking for us?” Colton asked.
“Not entirely sure,” Selma said.
“Where do you plan to go?” Kramer asked. “Is there some kind of plan?”
“We’ll deal with that once we get out of here,” Selma said.
Colton looked down the pier and worried. He put his arm around his son. How tragic
