CHRISTY SLATE
I don’t remember much after the bomb went off. I was walking with Mr. Quinn and some of the builders to the construction site. Mr. Quinn walked over to a group of men to give them the jobs that must be done for the day, but the rest of us moved on to the stairs leading to the first floor. It was decided that the entrance to the clinic must be at the back of the building. There was enough space for a ramp as well for an ambulance to park in the door to drop off the patients. On our way in, I got a familiar scent. I’ve picked up a similar smell whenever I was around General Collard. Maybe it was a scent for pack members to identify others. I turn to see a young man working on the electronics. He’s nineteen, maybe twenty years old. He has a slender built, with dark b
