More than half of the city was without power, two thirds had no running water, and even with the rest of the country and the world pitching in, uneven food distribution, health concerns, lack of facilities and rampant looting and crime made for dangerous living.
Yikes.
Buses were leaving every hour with evacuees, but the city was still thick with crowds of people just struggling to get by. Too many were people who had no relatives or friends to go to, who wouldn’t leave their remaining possessions behind to be taken by unscrupulous thieves. Captain’s Hill, for now, was a place that was safe, dry and clean.
Yeeeah. Gee, thanks, Leviathan. You made Brockton Bay even more of a shithole than it already was.
I walked around the monument, noting the names.
Escutcheon / Tyrone Venson
Erudite / Mavis Shoff
Fenja / Jessica Biermann
Oh nice, they’re putting up the civilian names too.
I suppose that’s a point against Skitter being on there.
Fierceling /
Frenetic /
Furrow /
That said, there were naturally going to be some people they couldn’t find out for. That would make them being unaware of Skitter’s name a bit less conspicuous, but they’d still have to look into it.
Gallant / Dean Stansfield
Geomancer / Tim Mars
Good Neighbor / Roberto Peets
Hallow /
Herald / Gordon Eckhart
Humble /
The alphabetic listing is well-suited to putting “Skitter /” near the end.
Gallant was dead. Unsettling to think that I’d met him and fought him. Or, rather, I’d fought against his team in the same skirmish, even if we hadn’t actually paid attention to one another in the fight. Now he was gone.
Yeah…
I could guess that the ones without names either hadn’t given permission for their names to be released, hadn’t written any will or had reason to keep their names private, protecting teammates. I circled the monument, walking around to the right.
That, or nobody knew who they were, even after their bodies were unmasked.
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