Who would live out here? We souls live for... Who would live out here? We souls live for society heard the bitter edge to my explanation and
knew it was because of where I now stood–physically and metaphorically in the middle of
nowhereWhy did I no longer belong to the society of souls? Why did I feel like I didn't… like I
didn'twant to belong? Had I ever really been a part of the community that was meant to be my
own, or was that the reason behind my long line of lives lived in transience? Had I always been
an aberration, or was this something Melanie was making me into? Had this planet changed me,
or revealed me for what I already was?
Melanie had no patience for my personal crisis–she wanted me to get far away from that
building as fast as possibleHer thoughts yanked and twisted at mine, pulling me out of
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introspection
Calm down,I ordered, trying to focus my thoughts, to separate them from hersf there is
anything that actually lives here, it would be humanTrust me on this; there is no such thing as a
hermit among soulsMaybe your Uncle Jeb –
She rejected that thought harshlyo one could survive out in the open like thisYour kind
would have searched any habitation thoroughlyWhoever lived here ran or became one of you
Uncle Jeb would have a better hiding place
And if whoever lived here became one of us,I assured her,then they left this placeOnly a
human would live this way I trailed off, suddenly afraid, too
What?She reacted strongly to my fright, freezing us in placeShe scanned my thoughts, looking
for something I'd seen to upset me
But I'd seen nothing newelanie, what if there are humans
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and Jamie? What if someone elsefound us?
She absorbed the idea slowly, thinking it throughThey'd kill us immediately
I tried to swallow, to wash the taste of terror from my dry mouth
There won't be anyone elseHow could there be?she reasonedour kind are far too thorough
Only someone already in hiding would have had a chanceSo let's go check it out–you're sure
there are none of you, and I'm sure there are none of meMaybe we can find something helpful,
something we can use as a weapon
I shuddered at her thoughts of sharp knives and long metal tools that could be turned into
clubsHow did such spineless creaturesbeatus?
Stealth and superior numbersAny one of you, even your young, is a hundred times as
dangerous as one of usBut you're like one termite
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working together in perfect harmony toward our goal
Again, as I described the unity, I felt the dragging sense of panic and disorientationWho was
I?
We kept to the creosote as we approached the little structureIt looked to be a house, just a
small shack beside the road, with no hint at all of any other purposeThe reason for its location
here was a mystery–this spot had nothing to offer but emptiness and heat
There was no sign of recent habitationThe door frame gaped, doorless, and only a few shards
of glass clung to the empty window framesDust gathered on the threshold and spilled inside
The gray weathered walls seemed to lean away from the wind, as if it always blew from the
same direction here
I was able to contain my anxiety as I
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just as alone here as we had been all day and all yesterday
The shade the dark entry promised drew me forward, trumping my fears with its appealI still
listened intently, but my feet moved ahead with swift, sure stepsI darted through the doorway,
moving quickly to one side so as to have a wall at my backThis was instinctual, a product of
Melanie's scavenging daysI stood frozen there, unnerved by my blindness, waiting for my eyes
to adjust
The little shack was empty, as we'd known it would beThere were no more signs of
occupation inside than outA broken table slanted down from its two good legs in the middle of
the room, with one rusted metal chair beside itPatches of concrete showed through big holes in
the worn, grimy
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