What spooked me was that I’d been through the Weymouth shopping center more than a hundred times. It was the closest mall to my house.
Ahh, shit. Yeeah, we might’ve seen the last of that house – in liveable conditions, anyway.
Damn, what if Tattle was wrong and Danny stayed home due to his concern about Taylor taking precedent over his own safety? It would be a stupid decision, but panic isn’t exactly the kind of thing that makes people make smart decisions.
When I sensed Leviathan turning south, towards downtown, I didn’t feel particularly relieved. There were enough shelters and enough space in the shelters to handle virtually every Brockton Bay resident in the city proper.
“Virtually” is a scary word sometimes.
From what I remembered, not everyone had participated in the drills that happened every five years or so, choosing to stay home. It was very possible that some shelters near the residential areas might prove to be over capacity, that my dad, if he arrived late, might have been redirected to another shelter.
Hrm.
One closer to downtown, where Leviathan was going. I couldn’t trust that he was out of harm’s way.
Yeah, no, that was never a certainty.
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