From the Fire V
“They made their way off the interstate and four-wheeled onto the trash-strewn frontage road, where the wrecks were fewer and the land a little lower. In some places, there were even identifiable remnants of the dead: skulls with faces, shoes, briefcases, leather jackets which had only blackened instead of melted. Bone piles and tire chains littered the byway, festooning the drifts of wind-trapped gravel. Almost-identifiable cars emerged from the blinding smog and the dunes of asphalt, garish silhouettes at the edge of sight. Trash and pieces of debris, aluminum siding and shreds of tire, blew overhead in tumbling gouts, buffeted by black wind.
Once the interstate was left behind, the lower ground gave way to decipherable vestiges and slaughter, the playthings of a recently exhausted Armageddon. After the first impacts over Colorado Springs and NORAD and Denver, survivors had fled along the interstate, bogged down, and taken to the frontage roads and even the fields in a desperat...e and futile attempt to flee. And then the second-wave missile impact at Loveland, and the end of everything.MoreLess
Once the interstate was left behind, the lower ground gave way to decipherable vestiges and slaughter, the playthings of a recently exhausted Armageddon. After the first impacts over Colorado Springs and NORAD and Denver, survivors had fled along the interstate, bogged down, and taken to the frontage roads and even the fields in a desperat...e and futile attempt to flee. And then the second-wave missile impact at Loveland, and the end of everything.MoreLess
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