Chapter 97
No Carl. What’s left of my squad huddles under the soft green glow of Houdini’s intention light, each of us realizing that this is only the beginning of a very long night. “f*****g Carl, man,” says Leo. “Can’t believe they got Carl.” Then a dark shape comes running from the mist. Sprinting at top speed. Rifle barrels swing to intercept it. “Don’t fire!” I shout. I recognize the silly humping gait. It’s Carl Lewandowski and he’s panicked. Instead of running, the guy is skipping. He reaches us and dives into the snow under Houdini. His sensory package is gone. His tall walker is gone. His pack is gone. About the only thing Carl still has is a rifle. “What the f**k’s going on out there, Carl? Where’s your s**t, man? Where’s the reinforcements?” Then I notice Carl is crying. “I lost m
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