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SMNTY Fiction: Terminus (Chapter 10.1) · Stuff Mom Never Told You

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  Speaker 1: Hey, this is Annie and Samantha and all come stuff I
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  Speaker 1: never told you production of iHeartRadio, and welcome to another
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  Speaker 1: edition of Spinty Fiction, which is once a month. This
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  Speaker 1: is an ongoing story. We are at chapter ten, so
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  Speaker 1: go check out the rest of the chapters if you
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  Speaker 1: haven't heard them already. These are the work of Christina
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  Speaker 1: Amazing makes them sound so good. This chapter is getting
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  Speaker 1: split into two again because I'm really bad at chapter length,
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  Speaker 1: I guess, but it got kind of overly long, so
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  Speaker 1: we're having this one. I will say for the content
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  Speaker 1: warning child endangerment, disease, pandemic, high panic attack sounds. Oh yeah,
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  Speaker 1: that's a little cheeser of what's to come. Yeah, like
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  Speaker 1: I've said in all of these, I get it. If
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  Speaker 1: that is not you're saying right now or ever, that's
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  Speaker 1: totally cool. But yes, this is something I wrote during
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  Speaker 1: Nana Ramo on twenty ten. We are getting to a
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  Speaker 1: part I'm very very eager to talk about. Like I've
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  Speaker 1: liked talking about all of this, but there's a part
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  Speaker 1: coming up where I'm like, oh, I see what was going. Yes,
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  Speaker 1: I also say, as I said in the last couple
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  Speaker 1: of ones, I spent way too much time worried about
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  Speaker 1: like the maps in the directions, Like it's very clear
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  Speaker 1: that I did. Apologies for that. Also, I know this
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  Speaker 1: is not accurate in terms of the stamina of a child.
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  Speaker 1: Like when I was reading it, I was like, wow,
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  Speaker 1: So just put it out there. Just put that out there, Okay,
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  Speaker 1: so quick recap. Humanity is dying out due to a
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  Speaker 1: sex based disease. A new government has taken control alongside
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  Speaker 1: a religious group named arm and they control all aspects
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  Speaker 1: of conception and if a child is born, they control
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  Speaker 1: where the child goes. Our main character, Tilda, has escaped
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  Speaker 1: with her infant son, Madison, and they've been on the
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  Speaker 1: run for seven years and now the elements are against them.
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  Speaker 1: The enforcers are hot on their tracks, and after suffering
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  Speaker 1: an injury from the enforcers, Tilda and Madison meet a
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  Speaker 1: kind woman named Lynn, who helped Tilda recover and told
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  Speaker 1: her about a resistance and possible cure in Kansas City.
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  Speaker 1: So that is where we are. That is where our
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  Speaker 1: duo is heading, So let's get into it. When Tilda
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  Speaker 1: woke several hours later, neither of them had moved her muscles.
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  Speaker 1: Screamed at her as she shifted under the blanket. Madison
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  Speaker 1: moaned softly in his sleep, rolling over to face her.
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  Speaker 1: His young face hypnotized her for a long moment. When
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  Speaker 1: she broke free, her eyes roved over to the window,
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  Speaker 1: but she couldn't get a good read on the time.
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  Speaker 1: The dark curtains prevented much light from getting in. For
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  Speaker 1: the first time in a long time, she wished she
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  Speaker 1: had a watch. She dozed off, the warmth of the blanket,
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  Speaker 1: slullowing her back to sleep. Madison, moving restlessly next to her,
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  Speaker 1: awakened her to a darker room. Blinking away the sleep,
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  Speaker 1: she looked over to the child, whose puffy eyes stared
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  Speaker 1: into hers. Tilda smiled at him, pushing herself into a
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  Speaker 1: sitting position, Her back cracked and she scooted off the bed,
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  Speaker 1: Madison tracking her progress but making no effort to move himself.
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  Speaker 1: She could understand why, after the warmth of the blankets,
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  Speaker 1: the cool air ate at her bones. You hungry, she asked,
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  Speaker 1: voice rough with sleep, Pulling the blanket closer around him,
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  Speaker 1: he nodded. She joins popping. She first pulled aside section
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  Speaker 1: of curtain, judging by the light that it was late afternoon,
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  Speaker 1: replacing the fabric. She trudged over to her pack and
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  Speaker 1: zipping the second pocket and sorting through the provisions Land
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  Speaker 1: had sent with them. How about a granola bar? Is
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  Speaker 1: there a peanut butter one? Madison turned over to face her. Grinning,
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  Speaker 1: Tilda pulled out a bar labeled honey peanut butter oat
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  Speaker 1: for him and cinnamon almond for herself. Pulling the water
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  Speaker 1: bottles out, she sat at Madison's feet, handing him his
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  Speaker 1: bar and water bottle. His fingers fumbled with the wrapper
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  Speaker 1: for a second before it tore open and he bit
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  Speaker 1: off the corner. Tilda's own bar tasted better than expected,
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  Speaker 1: though the drag granola got stuck in her throat. She
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  Speaker 1: had to take a swig of water after every bite.
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  Speaker 1: It's good, Madison said, quietly, already almost finished. Do you
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  Speaker 1: want something else? They could always pick up something else
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  Speaker 1: while they were here or in Kansas City, though she'd
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  Speaker 1: rather avoid it until they were further from Topeka. Madison
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  Speaker 1: considered it for a moment, munching on his last bite,
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  Speaker 1: but shook his head. Tilda finished her own, wiping the
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  Speaker 1: crumbs from her jacket. How much further, Madison asked, sipping
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  Speaker 1: at his water, about thirteen hours. We need to get
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  Speaker 1: ready to leave downcast, Madison nodded, finally shutting himself off
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  Speaker 1: the blanket. Tilda took their now dry and stiff clothes
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  Speaker 1: from the radiator, folding them and replacing them in the bag,
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  Speaker 1: stuffing the blanket on top. Then she started pulling on
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  Speaker 1: her boots, hat, gloves, and scarf, Madison doing the same
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  Speaker 1: next to her, Struggling a bit with the laces. Tilda
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  Speaker 1: reached over and tied them for him, Wrapping his scarf
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  Speaker 1: around his neck. He tucked on his hat and gloves,
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  Speaker 1: looking up at her for direction. Tilda slid the water
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  Speaker 1: back in the bag and zipped it closed, swinging it
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  Speaker 1: on to her shoulders. Inspecting Madison one final time, she
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  Speaker 1: swung open the door, checking down the hallway and finding
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  Speaker 1: it clear. With Madison's hand once again in hers, they
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  Speaker 1: left the motel. Dusk was falling. Tilda cast a sweeping
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  Speaker 1: glance around the familiar anxiety at being out in the open,
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  Speaker 1: surrounded by possible hide spots gnawing at her insides. With
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  Speaker 1: quick trotting steps, they took the exit ramp and got
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  Speaker 1: back on I seventy. Darkness fell quickly. They had slept
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  Speaker 1: away most of the day, and night came sooner as
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  Speaker 1: ball encroached on them. Gradually her legs loosened, and they
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  Speaker 1: settled into a relatively quick pace. They didn't speak, a
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  Speaker 1: fact tiled a lamented, but figured was for the best,
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  Speaker 1: both to keep an ear out for the enforcers and
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  Speaker 1: to not draw any attention to themselves. Tonight, the sky
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  Speaker 1: was clear, pinpricks of light and a sliver of moon,
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  Speaker 1: eliminating the road with a silvery glow. She had a
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  Speaker 1: passing sensation that they were wading through a sea of space,
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  Speaker 1: an alien world of strange light. The absence of any sound,
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  Speaker 1: no crickets, no owls, no rustling leaves added to the effect.
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  Speaker 1: For hours, they walked into the night as it grew
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  Speaker 1: steadily darker and then slowly shaded lighter again, a purple
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  Speaker 1: twilight contrasting with the dark outline of the ground. The
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  Speaker 1: sun rose where the road on horizon blended together, a
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  Speaker 1: mirage of fire shimmering on the asphalt. It gave Tilda
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  Speaker 1: the impression the road went on forever, meeting with vast
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  Speaker 1: space and stretching even further. But as they kept walking,
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  Speaker 1: they could touch the sky red and orange lights spread
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  Speaker 1: like a lifting curtain, the edges of the trees fiery,
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  Speaker 1: the fingers of warmth touched their faces. Skyscrapers and buildings
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  Speaker 1: loomed in the distance. The sun, a perfect circle, still
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  Speaker 1: large in orange from its rising, hung over them. They
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  Speaker 1: passed a sign that read Kansas City, eight miles. They
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  Speaker 1: had been walking at twelve hours, only snacking on some
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  Speaker 1: almonds and trail mics through the night. Masson looked ashen
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  Speaker 1: with exhaustion, but he kept up with Tilda, uncomplaining. Dull
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  Speaker 1: senses came back online the open fields on either side
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  Speaker 1: of the road, making her extremely nervous. Sisst Madison croaked,
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  Speaker 1: more tired than hopeful. Yes, Tilda replied her steps, growing
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  Speaker 1: more tentative of their own volition. This whole plan seemed
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  Speaker 1: stupidly naive. Now she had half a mind to turn back.
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  Speaker 1: How could she think there would be a way for
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  Speaker 1: them to sneak in when this whole region of what
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  Speaker 1: was once known as the United States was flat, and
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  Speaker 1: of course there would be enforcers here they were in Topeka.
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  Speaker 1: But these thoughts only slowed her steps, her body mostly
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  Speaker 1: an autopilot. Now the buildings stood like specters forbidding. An
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  Speaker 1: ominous dark squares of broken windows, like eyes watching their approach.
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  Speaker 1: A river separated them from Pansas City, the bridge spanning
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  Speaker 1: at missing sections towards the middle, slabs of concrete held
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  Speaker 1: up by cables. The once artistic network of wires connecting
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  Speaker 1: the road to the metal structure arching over the river
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  Speaker 1: had almost all snapped or broken away, only a few
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  Speaker 1: remaining intact. Tilda could not think of a reason for this,
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  Speaker 1: other than the slow erosion of materials going so long
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  Speaker 1: without maintenance, and natural occurrences like tornadoes. But even give
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  Speaker 1: in that the damage seemed severe. The air was unnaturally
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  Speaker 1: still and silent around them, as if the whole world
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  Speaker 1: was waiting on the edge of something. Tilda was falling,
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  Speaker 1: and she couldn't stop her path, a line from which
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  Speaker 1: she could not stray, not for long. All roads led
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  Speaker 1: to hear they took the closest exit, Tilda reckoning entering
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  Speaker 1: the city through the suburbs, and I might provide them
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  Speaker 1: some level of cover. Of course, she'd have to consult
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  Speaker 1: the map to locate the Liberty Memorial, but the chances
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  Speaker 1: of the Resistance actually being located there were remote Tilda's mind.
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  Speaker 1: She chose to put off thinking about what they'd do
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  Speaker 1: if and most likely when the Liberty Memorial turned up nothing.
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  Speaker 1: With Madison so clearly exhausted and she herself running on
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  Speaker 1: fumes in the last vestiges of adrenaline, she toyed with
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  Speaker 1: the idea of finding an empty house and resting there
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  Speaker 1: until night fell, again, offering them some additional protection as
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  Speaker 1: they searched the city. Now that they were here, however,
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  Speaker 1: she wanted to find something, some indication that this had
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  Speaker 1: not been a fool's air, and the lure of somewhere
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  Speaker 1: they could be safe, of a place that might have
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  Speaker 1: a cure, was too strong a siren song, keeping Tilda going,
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  Speaker 1: even as part of her labeledness as dangerously reckless. Houses,
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  Speaker 1: all similar and build in color, packed the streets tightly.
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  Speaker 1: Tilda had the brief notion that they were in a
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  Speaker 1: maze of tombstones, those empty houses ready to swallow them whole,
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  Speaker 1: the rows of them never ending. They walked down the
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  Speaker 1: thin alleyways between houses, breath puffing in the cold. The
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  Speaker 1: passages were narrow enough that the two could not pass
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  Speaker 1: through them side by side, Madison trailing behind Tilda with
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  Speaker 1: a tight grip on her gloved hand. Tilda wondered fleedingly
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  Speaker 1: if any of the houses had people in them, but
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  Speaker 1: quickly squashed that thought. She was on edge enough as
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  Speaker 1: it was, feeling that she was navigating through a colony
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  Speaker 1: of slumbering beast that could wake at any moment. Emerging
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  Speaker 1: from what must have been at least the twentieth row,
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  Speaker 1: a green sun caught her eye, glinting in the sunlight.
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  Speaker 1: At the end of the residential street, where it met
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  Speaker 1: a maize road, it read twenty third Street Bridge with
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  Speaker 1: a faded white arrow pointing to the left. Knowing eventually
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  Speaker 1: they'd have to cross a bridge, Tilda led them across
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  Speaker 1: the street and further down, planning to follow the main
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  Speaker 1: road while under the cover of the houses. She hoped
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  Speaker 1: that this bridge was in better shape than the last one.
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  Speaker 1: They waded through the fences and debris cluttered in between
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  Speaker 1: the houses, Tilda, keeping track of the road as they progressed.
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  Speaker 1: Signs for the bridge let them know that they were
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  Speaker 1: on the right path. Navigating through the seemingly endless sprawl,
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  Speaker 1: Tilda began to doubt the bridge's existence. While time held
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  Speaker 1: little meaning for her, these days, she had become a
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  Speaker 1: pretty good judge of distance as a result of their
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  Speaker 1: nomadic life. By her estimation, they'd covered a distance of
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  Speaker 1: about four miles since taking the Kansas City exit. The
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  Speaker 1: sun now almost midway to its highest point, The road
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  Speaker 1: veered sharply to the right, away from the line of buildings.
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  Speaker 1: It rose steadily, forming a low hill over muddy water.
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  Speaker 1: It wasn't like most bridges Tilda encountered, with no wiring
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  Speaker 1: or support on the side of it. It was simply
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  Speaker 1: like the road on either side of it, with a
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  Speaker 1: long sloping ramp to enter and exit. Near it was
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  Speaker 1: what Tilda guests had once been a railroad, crossing iron
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  Speaker 1: beams forming a tight diamond pattern of crisscrossing support. But
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  Speaker 1: the bottom of it had collapsed, the tips of the
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  Speaker 1: bars poking out from the river below like spikes. They
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  Speaker 1: stopped for a moment, Tilda studying the structure for any
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  Speaker 1: flaws that a part of her hoped to find. Madison
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  Speaker 1: mirrored her hesitation. Do we have to cross, he asked
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  Speaker 1: in a tiny, plaintive voice with a controlled exhale. Tilda nodded,
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  Speaker 1: and he made a small noise at the back of
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  Speaker 1: his throat, staring up at her pleadingly. He could feel
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  Speaker 1: it too. Then whatever force propelled them forward in the
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  Speaker 1: deadness in the air, Waiting relentless, they stepped out from
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  Speaker 1: the cover of the buildings, Madison slightly behind her, and
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  Speaker 1: onto the road, the soles of their boots gripping at
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  Speaker 1: the incline. The bridge looked intact, but Tilda knew they
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  Speaker 1: would have to be very mindful. The ramp was steeper
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  Speaker 1: than it looked, Arching steadily upwards, Cracks littered the cement,
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  Speaker 1: but the road felt relatively stable. Still. Tilda chose her
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  Speaker 1: steps carefully, as did Madison behind her. She couldn't tell
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  Speaker 1: if the wobbliness was in her knees or the structure
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  Speaker 1: beneath her. As they ascended, the cracks turned into missing chunks,
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  Speaker 1: gaping holes in the asphalt for them to avoid. A
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  Speaker 1: deep indent in the road indicated where the ramp ended
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  Speaker 1: and the bridge began. The ground fell away beneath them,
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  Speaker 1: giving way to a steep drop and a muddy river.
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  Speaker 1: The water flowed noiselessly, carving its path, eating away at rock.
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  Speaker 1: The air that previously had been so still gusted over
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  Speaker 1: the river, buffeting them massen clung to Tilda, who adjusted
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  Speaker 1: the straps in her backpack to keep it from catching
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  Speaker 1: the wind and knocking her from her feet. She couldn't
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  Speaker 1: make out what awaited them on the other side. The
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  Speaker 1: rise was too steep, the holes grew more frequent cracks
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  Speaker 1: spider webbing across the length the bridge. Tilda cogitated over
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  Speaker 1: every step, like one in a minefield. A mighty guest
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  Speaker 1: of air made both of them stumble, her left foot
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  Speaker 1: balancing on the edge of a missing chunk. Madison whimpered,
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  Speaker 1: hunching over to minimize the effect of the wind. Swallowing
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  Speaker 1: her fear, Tilda pressed forward, squeezing the tiny hand gripping
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  Speaker 1: her own and coaxing Madison forward as well. They had
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  Speaker 1: almost reached the peak. A large section of road was missing,
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  Speaker 1: with only thin slivers on either side and a network
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  Speaker 1: of support bars remaining. Tilda steered them to the right,
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  Speaker 1: a sturdier looking oshen than the left. The absence of
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  Speaker 1: railing of any kind made Tilda's stomach to flips and
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  Speaker 1: quickened her breathing. The slab was narrow enough that they
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  Speaker 1: would have to cross single file. Keeping a hold of
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  Speaker 1: Madison's hand, Tilda proceeded first, pausing each time after she
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  Speaker 1: planted her foot, testing to see if it would hold.
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  Speaker 1: Another rush of air buffeted them, Madison nearly falling, Tilda
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  Speaker 1: yanking him upright with what must have been a painful
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  Speaker 1: grip on his hand. She stole a glance back at him,
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  Speaker 1: ticking in his glassy eyes. Full of exhaustion, but kept
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  Speaker 1: alert with adrenaline, darting around wildly like a wild animal
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  Speaker 1: caught in a trap. They needed to get off this bridge.
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  Speaker 1: Once they had steadied themselves, they started again, the tasks
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  Speaker 1: made harder by the incline. Tilda counted each step, not
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  Speaker 1: allowing herself to look ahead to think of anything other
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  Speaker 1: than where to plant her foot. Next. Seven exhale regroup.
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  Speaker 1: Eight She wobbled, her arms outstretched like that of a
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  Speaker 1: tight rope walker. Nine the wind gusted. She held her breath,
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  Speaker 1: inching forward the sliver met with the rest of the road,
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  Speaker 1: till a side and relieve her legs like noodles. When
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  Speaker 1: they could move away from the edge of the bridge,
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  Speaker 1: her first look down at the other side of the
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  Speaker 1: river revealed nothing out of the ordinary. The road sloped downwards,
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  Speaker 1: now making it almost more traitorous. A piece of concrete
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  Speaker 1: crumbled beneath her feet, and she slipped, catching herself with
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  Speaker 1: her free hand and almost pulling Madison off balance with her.
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  Speaker 1: Taking a moment to get her bearings, Tilda eased back
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  Speaker 1: to a standing position, never letting go of Madison. She
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  Speaker 1: teetered for a moment, but regained her footing, heart galloping
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  Speaker 1: in her chest, pulsing in her fingertips. The descent didn't
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  Speaker 1: take as long as the hike up. Un Tilda could
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  Speaker 1: have collapsed in relief when they reached the other side,
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  Speaker 1: the pavement unfurling before them, smooth of cracks. The ramp
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  Speaker 1: wound to the right before twisting back again to the
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  Speaker 1: left with a steady decline. Swollen knees made Tilda's gait jerky.
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  Speaker 1: She felt stilted, as though she were a scarecrow, losing
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  Speaker 1: straw with each step. Now that they were off the bridge,
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  Speaker 1: the wind had died away and the air was once
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  Speaker 1: again still. Madison grasped her hand with both of his.
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  Speaker 1: She could feel him trembling. His breast came showly uneven.
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  Speaker 1: Tilda ran her other hand through his hair, slowly, hoping
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  Speaker 1: to calm him. Directing her eyes back to the skyline,
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  Speaker 1: she searched for any sign of the Liberty Memorial. Scanning
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  Speaker 1: the outline of the bridges gave no hint. She really
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  Speaker 1: had no idea what it looked like, but it sounded
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  Speaker 1: like something she'd know once she'd seen it. Madison tripped
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  Speaker 1: when they reached the first curve, falling to his knees.
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  Speaker 1: Bending over, Tilda helped him up and then hoisted him
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  Speaker 1: into her arms, almost groaning aloud as the tendons and
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  Speaker 1: her already sore back protested. She had hoped to avoid
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  Speaker 1: crying him when the threat of enforcers was so real,
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  Speaker 1: but at this point she'd pretty much have to drag
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  Speaker 1: him anyway. I can walk, he mumbled, voiced grave with exhaustion.
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  Speaker 1: You've walked enough, she adjested, her grip pulling her legs
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  Speaker 1: to with stand the weight as she took her first
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  Speaker 1: shaky steps. It's been almost fourteen hours. I should have
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  Speaker 1: picked you up earlier. We'll stop soon, I promise. He
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  Speaker 1: nestled his head into the crook of her neck. Sighing,
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  Speaker 1: she rubbed his back, searching for somewhere they could rest
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  Speaker 1: until they recovered some strength. It was foolish of her
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  Speaker 1: not to stop when they first entered the outskirts of
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  Speaker 1: Kansas City. Now they were more suppose than ever and
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  Speaker 1: too tired to do anything in the case of danger.
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  Speaker 1: And that brings us to the end of this chapter
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  Speaker 1: ten point one. We'll get the second half next month
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  Speaker 1: of Terminus. Yes, you could definitely see how much I
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  Speaker 1: was focused on the directions and the details, and this
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  Speaker 1: one I would love for anybody from Kansas City right
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  Speaker 1: in and just tell me I'm way off. Did you
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  Speaker 1: say a part of this is in Lawrence. Yeah, the Supernatural,
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  Speaker 1: which by the way, is named one of the best
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  Speaker 1: Cities to Retire apparently really top twenty list. I think
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  Speaker 1: they made it. Well, there you go back. Fun fact. Well,
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  Speaker 1: as I told you, I stayed in LARTs, and part
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  Speaker 1: of the whole thing is based on my road trip experience.
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  Speaker 1: So when I was there, it was under a lot
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  Speaker 1: of construction. But I'm sure maybe that's what's going on
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  Speaker 1: right now. Maybe it's uh. I mean, I liked it there,
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  Speaker 1: but it was under a lot of construction. This is
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  Speaker 1: also like a chapter where I feel like it really
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  Speaker 1: showcases an idea that I love, which is just like,
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  Speaker 1: if the world is dying out and like aliens come,
• 19:31
  Speaker 1: what will they think about like amusement parks, Like if
• 19:34
  Speaker 1: you don't know what these things are, right, what do
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  Speaker 1: you think that they are? So that's certainly that's certainly
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  Speaker 1: on display here. Also you can tell a thous and percent.
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  Speaker 1: I was in my walking era. This is when I
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  Speaker 1: was walking everywhere, and that's why I'd be like, it
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  Speaker 1: would take an hour to do this, because I just knew, like,
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  Speaker 1: if you walk, that's how long it would take to
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  Speaker 1: get this disc. Could it get do it? No? No?
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  Speaker 1: But I did not care about that. But yeah, you
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  Speaker 1: know are used to walking, Yeah, everywhere, like places that
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  Speaker 1: were way too far away walk. It was just like
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  Speaker 1: why did you do this? So it take me a
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  Speaker 1: whole day? Yeah, Like, well I finally got here and
• 20:20
  Speaker 1: you're like why, I was like what it's about to
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  Speaker 1: close and I need head. It was a whole It
• 20:29
  Speaker 1: was a whole time for me. It's a whole time.
• 20:32
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