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SMNTY Fiction: Terminus Part 2 (Chapter 1) · Stuff Mom Never Told You

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  Speaker 1: Hey, this is Annie and Samantha.
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  Speaker 2: I'm welcome to Stefan never told you a production of iHeartRadio,
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  Speaker 2: and we're back with it's minty Fiction yay, which it
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  Speaker 2: feels like forever even though it's literally only been one month.
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  Speaker 2: But the last minty fiction was the finale of our
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  Speaker 2: previous ongoing spanty fiction, Terminus. This is the start of
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  Speaker 2: the sequel. I was pondering waiting and giving it some
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  Speaker 2: more time, but I just was like, you know what,
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  Speaker 2: let's keep going, go it all the way in, let's go. So, Yes,
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  Speaker 2: this is the sequel to Terminus. We are trying to
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  Speaker 2: do a playlist thing so that it makes it easier
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  Speaker 2: if you want to go back, I can just listen
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  Speaker 2: to all those episodes. We're trying to do it with
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  Speaker 2: a couple of installments, including your religion. Yes, so let
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  Speaker 2: us know if that's something you're interested in. I don't
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  Speaker 2: think it's too hard to search out those things, but
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  Speaker 2: if it's something we can make easier, we're happy.
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  Speaker 1: To do it.
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  Speaker 2: Yes, this is the sequel to Terminus. It will make
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  Speaker 2: a lot more sense if you go back and listen
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  Speaker 2: to all I think eighteen ish of th those but
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  Speaker 2: I can't tell you what to do. Also, congratulations to
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  Speaker 2: everyone who did Nano Ramo national novel writing Monks, or
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  Speaker 2: didn't or tried.
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  Speaker 1: I'm with you, my people who tried, I got it.
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  Speaker 2: I got you because the first one was my first
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  Speaker 2: attempt at Nana Ramo successful attempt. I'll say this was
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  Speaker 2: my second one, and then there is a third. This
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  Speaker 2: is a trilogy, but this is once a month thing.
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  Speaker 2: If it's not your thing, it is continuing. I did
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  Speaker 2: want to ask you this, Samantha. Have you ever had
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  Speaker 2: the deeply terrifying moment of losing an entire document on
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  Speaker 2: your computer?
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  Speaker 1: Oh? Yes, oh terrible. But you know I come from
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  Speaker 1: like pre internet, so.
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  Speaker 2: Of course, so I've When I was in college, I
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  Speaker 2: had my final paper got completely erased. To this day,
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  Speaker 2: I still don't know how. It just wasn't there and
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  Speaker 2: I had to rewrite it. And I actually think the
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  Speaker 2: second one I wrote it was better. It was on
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  Speaker 2: a completely different topic. Because I was like, never again,
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  Speaker 2: well I talk about that, but this I actually lost
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  Speaker 2: this first half of this entire document. Ooh yes, I
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  Speaker 2: was able to recreate some of it, but imagine the
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  Speaker 2: heartbreak of trying to write something during Nano Ramo and
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  Speaker 2: then losing the first half.
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  Speaker 1: About midway in. I would throw it.
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  Speaker 2: So this one, as always with these, I just I'm look,
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  Speaker 2: I'm gonna be real with you. I'm not gonna edit it.
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  Speaker 2: I'm not. I might edit some of it. I feel
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  Speaker 2: like atroduction, I feel like I'm making it sound like
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  Speaker 2: it's terrible. It's not. But I just I don't. I
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  Speaker 2: didn't edit the last one either, right, but this one
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  Speaker 2: I did. I was reminded of some heartbreak going back
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  Speaker 2: up looks like, oh yeah, I totally lost all of that. No,
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  Speaker 2: I don't think it's that noticeable. But you're a free
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  Speaker 2: to correct me if I'm wrong. Everybody everybody writes it
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  Speaker 2: that's okay. I think it's good. I think it's good.
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  Speaker 2: I'm sorry I'm building this up point too much. I
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  Speaker 2: just I had forgotten that that happened to me, Samantha
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  Speaker 2: until I was I'm sure.
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  Speaker 1: That was traumatic. Even remembering it as traumatic.
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  Speaker 2: It was really traumatic. This one is also called big
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  Speaker 2: things to a small because yeah, I'm a nerd for titles.
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  Speaker 2: As we've said, yeah, because he's.
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  Speaker 1: So little so being literal.
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  Speaker 2: It's both. It's both. That's what makes it good, so
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  Speaker 2: all right, content warning for discussion of hunger illness disease,
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  Speaker 2: being cold and miserable once again. The last of us
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  Speaker 2: had not come out at this point. I'm kind of like,
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  Speaker 2: I'm amazed at some of.
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  Speaker 1: The Yeah you were a for thinker.
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  Speaker 2: Well, something was going on. I don't know what it was,
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  Speaker 2: So very quick recap again, please, I think it will
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  Speaker 2: make more sense if you listen to the first installment.
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  Speaker 2: But quick recap. There is an illness called HSV five
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  Speaker 2: that has wiped out much of the human population. It
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  Speaker 2: makes it so that people who can get pregnant can't
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  Speaker 2: after the first time having penis and vagina sex, and
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  Speaker 2: so if you don't get pregnant the first time, then
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  Speaker 2: that's it, and the population is slowly dwindling. We follow
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  Speaker 2: Tilda and her son Madison. Tilda got illegally pregnant outside
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  Speaker 2: of conception center because she was supposed to go to
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  Speaker 2: a conception center so they can monitor all that stuff.
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  Speaker 2: And she's been on the run with her son, Madison
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  Speaker 2: for seven years. She was a priority number one case
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  Speaker 2: and was never sure why she was trying to escape
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  Speaker 2: all these enforcers of the government. She met some allies
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  Speaker 2: along the way, she discovered there was a resistance, but
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  Speaker 2: they weren't quite what they thought she was. She learned
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  Speaker 2: there was not a cure, but there was a vaccine. However,
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  Speaker 2: the state, who is also kind of run by this
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  Speaker 2: religious organization, had destroyed all but one, so she her
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  Speaker 2: risk going into their headquarters to get the vaccine for
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  Speaker 2: her son, and it's she realizes that they are the
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  Speaker 2: paternal grandparents, and they have been saving the vaccine for
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  Speaker 2: him and him alone because they believe the human population
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  Speaker 2: is full of sin and should die, but not him.
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  Speaker 2: But yes, oh yes, But then it culminates. He does
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  Speaker 2: get the vaccine, Darla and the wife and this equation
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  Speaker 2: gets shot accidentally and presumably dies till the main character
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  Speaker 2: gets to their broadcast system that they used to send
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  Speaker 2: out their kind of this is how you should behave
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  Speaker 2: messages and tells them that there is a vaccine, tell
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  Speaker 2: broadcast that there is a vaccine and that they destroyed it,
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  Speaker 2: and then escapes into the night. And that's where the
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  Speaker 2: first one ends. So we're picking off kind of right
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  Speaker 2: after that, so let's get into it. It was cold.
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  Speaker 2: The air was heavy weighted with frostiness, as if tiny
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  Speaker 2: crystallized shards were suspended in the thick fog of cold,
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  Speaker 2: and every breath scratched and burned down the throat and
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  Speaker 2: contracted the muscles a steady refrain of flaring ice headaches.
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  Speaker 2: Tilda drew in breast slowly, carefully, fog popping out of
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  Speaker 2: her mouth in a slow stream of smoke as though
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  Speaker 2: she were smoking a cigarette. Tilda and herson Madison were
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  Speaker 2: trudging slowly, clumsily through a forest, Snow crunched beneath their feet,
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  Speaker 2: as it had for the last two days. Under the
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  Speaker 2: layer of snow was a mushy carpet of dead leaves,
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  Speaker 2: so that every step sunk and snow collected around their ankles.
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  Speaker 2: Icicles clung resolutely from barren branches in cool green pine needles,
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  Speaker 2: tinkling like bells, with sudden, gentle breezes that preceded brutal,
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  Speaker 2: swirling gust of wind that pierced the skin and threatened
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  Speaker 2: to knock them off their feet. Alongside them was a creek,
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  Speaker 2: mostly frozen over. It occasionally gurgled and dripped, but for
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  Speaker 2: the most part the woods around them was eerily silent,
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  Speaker 2: except for the whailing and whistling of the wind, the
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  Speaker 2: bell like icicles, and the snapping of limbs. Overhead, the
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  Speaker 2: sky was a blanket of soft gray clouds that foretold
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  Speaker 2: of more snow to come. They had yet to see
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  Speaker 2: the sun since the snow first spell a few days ago,
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  Speaker 2: and the forest was in perpetual twilight. During the day.
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  Speaker 2: A desolate loneliness hung over them, so palpable that Tilda
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  Speaker 2: felt like a very unwelcome intruder. They were making their
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  Speaker 2: way south through a large national wildlife reserve in Virginia.
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  Speaker 2: They had strayed from the main roads in the most
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  Speaker 2: general sense of the word, in an effort to avoid
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  Speaker 2: any possible pursuit of violence in the wake of Tilda's broadcast.
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  Speaker 2: As they fled d c perhaps she was being overly cautious,
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  Speaker 2: but the sounds of chaos, the sight of tanks thundering
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  Speaker 2: toward Washington, rolling past her and Madison as though they
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  Speaker 2: were bugs that could be unknowingly smushed, unnerved her. Then
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  Speaker 2: came the sudden influx of people on the roads, some
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  Speaker 2: in dusty cars, put many on foot. A small army
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  Speaker 2: with slack faces, somehow still drawn and determined, suspicious eyes
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  Speaker 2: roving to Tilda's face, then to the rare breed of
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  Speaker 2: human a child at Tilda's side and snapping up to
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  Speaker 2: her again. Calculating wondering at the woman and her son
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  Speaker 2: heading in the opposite direction of the influx to d C,
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  Speaker 2: where a vaccine and some answers supposedly waited. Lumbering towards
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  Speaker 2: hope and revenge, Tilda opted for smaller roads, Overwhelmed and
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  Speaker 2: on edge at the sight of so many people, but
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  Speaker 2: even they proved to have cars speeding north, slowing down
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  Speaker 2: after they passed the pair of mother child. The tension
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  Speaker 2: eating at her muscles and churning in her stomach led
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  Speaker 2: Tilda to decide to abandon the roads altogether and continue
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  Speaker 2: their southward trek through the George Washington, Virginia State Park
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  Speaker 2: and Wildlife Refuge. They'd stopped at a few camp stores
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  Speaker 2: located near the entrance to restock on what supplies they could.
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  Speaker 2: Granola bars later discovered to be hard as rock, packets
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  Speaker 2: of nuts, trail mixes, protein bars, and an armful of
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  Speaker 2: tiny water bottles, all packed carefully away in a new
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  Speaker 2: waterproof camping backpack. She'd also grabbed them compact sleeping bags,
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  Speaker 2: a lighter, flashlights, and some batteries, a two man tent,
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  Speaker 2: some fleece pullovers, and waterproof parkas, warm camping clothes and shoes,
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  Speaker 2: though unfortunately she couldn't find any in Madison's size. Tilda
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  Speaker 2: had also picked up a decent sized knife. She told
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  Speaker 2: herself it was for hunting. The backpack was hefty, but
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  Speaker 2: not overly so. Most of the items she'd picked up
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  Speaker 2: were designed for her campers and meant to be light weight.
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  Speaker 2: The clothes were effective in keeping them warm and dry.
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  Speaker 2: She'd even found gloves and hats for them both, but
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  Speaker 2: after two days in the snow, the cold had seeped
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  Speaker 2: in and become a part of them. Tilda imagined ice
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  Speaker 2: collecting along her muscles, making her stiff, her blood sluggish.
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  Speaker 2: The damp chill was bone deep, her lips were numb,
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  Speaker 2: her nose and ears tingled, her cheeks burned, and she
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  Speaker 2: couldn't feel her toes or fingers no matter how she
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  Speaker 2: flexed them. When they first entered the park, they'd followed
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  Speaker 2: trails and markers passed for hikers and campers, but years
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  Speaker 2: without upkeep made it difficult to stay on track. She
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  Speaker 2: hadn't anticipated the snow, glistening white powder and ice obscuring
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  Speaker 2: whatever trails had been left. Tilda had taken to following
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  Speaker 2: the creek, which she had determined using what little she
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  Speaker 2: could glimpse of the sun, was flowing southward. Even with
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  Speaker 2: their new supplies, things were looking The cold had frozen
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  Speaker 2: most of the thought processes in her brain other than
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  Speaker 2: put one foot in front of the other, but she
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  Speaker 2: could feel a barely contained terror, like a gray shroud
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  Speaker 2: in her mind, in her heart. She was so scared
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  Speaker 2: for Madison. He'd been largely silent, huddled against her side
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  Speaker 2: and stumbling clumsily against her with his shuffling footsteps. Once
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  Speaker 2: the cold had seeped through their coats and their thermals,
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  Speaker 2: his body had been racked with shivers, but now only
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  Speaker 2: the occasional shudder overtook him. Tilda carried him off and on,
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  Speaker 2: but her cold body refused to cooperate. He stumbled against
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  Speaker 2: her again, swallowing her throat parched, Tilda rasped all right.
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  Speaker 2: Her eyes darted to the dead forest, searching for some
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  Speaker 2: kind of an end. Were they making their way out
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  Speaker 2: or were they only making their way deeper? In A
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  Speaker 2: mumble was Madison's response. She jiggled the tiny hand she
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  Speaker 2: held in hers muttered, it's cold, I know, baby. She
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  Speaker 2: glanced up at the sky, fretful at its mercy, tell
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  Speaker 2: me a story, okay about what He sounded somewhat annoyed
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  Speaker 2: at her request, but mostly exhausted. What's the warmest thing
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  Speaker 2: you can think of? Her lips chattered suddenly and stopped.
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  Speaker 2: A breeze swirled past them, whipping an icy lock of
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  Speaker 2: hair in her face. A moment's hesitation, the wind wailing
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  Speaker 2: in the distance, Mercury. Tilda gave a hoarse laugh of surprise.
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  Speaker 2: Madison did not acknowledge her amusement. Okay, tell me a
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  Speaker 2: story about Mercury. The boy sighed a very adult like
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  Speaker 2: sound and said, in a very clipped and rehearsed tone,
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  Speaker 2: it's the smallest planet, is closest to the sun, it's hot,
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  Speaker 2: and no one lives there. His voice sounded very thin
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  Speaker 2: and reedy as brittle. The dead tree branches snagging their
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  Speaker 2: coats somehow loud and fragile, and the dead quiet around them.
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  Speaker 2: That's not a story, Tilda chided him gently, those are facts.
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  Speaker 2: Heavy sigh. A smile twitched at Tilda's lips. Despite the situation,
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  Speaker 2: on the one hand, conserving energy was probably very wise,
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  Speaker 2: but on the other, on the other, taking his mind
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  Speaker 2: off the cold invading his body, the cold that would
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  Speaker 2: not relent, not yield, but only worsened as his step slowed,
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  Speaker 2: his resolve weakened, until the sun made its existence snow,
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  Speaker 2: and once again, that was worth it. She could almost
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  Speaker 2: feel Madison relent. To hear him thinking, She pictured his face,
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  Speaker 2: his brows furrowed, biting his lip as he often did
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  Speaker 2: when he was thinking. He started quietly. There was a
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  Speaker 2: boy who had a glass fall. He found it one
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  Speaker 2: day when he was out exploring, digging the dirt. It
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  Speaker 2: was glass, clear like crystal. But at night he was
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  Speaker 2: scared the dark. He didn't know what was out there,
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  Speaker 2: but he could sense it in the dark, something watching
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  Speaker 2: waiting tilt a slow, subconsciously, cold fingers dancing up her spine.
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  Speaker 2: Often these stories were fanciful products of a boy's imagination
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  Speaker 2: allowed to roam free, but just as often they were
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  Speaker 2: insights into Madison's state of mind. She was suddenly irrationally
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  Speaker 2: afraid of what he might say. Madison sniffled and swiped
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  Speaker 2: the back of his hand across his nose, continuing, he
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  Speaker 2: was alone and cold, so he got out his glass ball,
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  Speaker 2: and he held it in his hands, pretending he could
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  Speaker 2: see another world there, a warm one, bright and safe.
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  Speaker 2: At first, all he saw was was glass, not even
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  Speaker 2: his own reflection. But then a sort of orange and
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  Speaker 2: yellow smoke filled the glass ball, and the ball got
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  Speaker 2: warm in his hands. The light grew and grew and
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  Speaker 2: made a circle around him. Light and heat like a bubble,
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  Speaker 2: and it looks like mercury's surface. He trailed off with
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  Speaker 2: a breathy gasp, stumbling to his knees. Madison Gingerly Tilden
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  Speaker 2: knelt beside him, attempting unsuccessfully to pull him to his feet.
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  Speaker 2: Her heart was thumping wildly, sudden starts and stops, as
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  Speaker 2: the blood rushed to her head at the change position,
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  Speaker 2: pounding in her temple the sound, Madison asked, whispy and frail.
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  Speaker 2: Tilda's mind sluggishly wondered if he was hearing her heart beat,
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  Speaker 2: Her ice addled powers of concentration, finally coming to the
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  Speaker 2: conclusion that as ridiculous as impossible as it seemed, the
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  Speaker 2: sound was not her heart, but that of a horse's
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  Speaker 2: hoofs distant now but fast approaching. Her stomach plummeted with
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  Speaker 2: a chill that had nothing to do with them. As
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  Speaker 2: she struggled to her feet, pulling Madison up with her,
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  Speaker 2: she glanced around wildly as they greened haphazardly forward, knowing
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  Speaker 2: that the tracks they left in the snow would lead
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  Speaker 2: the rider straight to them. Desperate, Tilda steered them towards
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  Speaker 2: the creek. Gracing herself, she stepped through the ice, her
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  Speaker 2: boot sinking angle deep and freezing water. Creaking joints lifted
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  Speaker 2: Madison into her arms. Whencing and momentarily terrified she'd be
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  Speaker 2: unable to carry him, that her strength would give out,
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  Speaker 2: she followed the creek back the way they came, teetering
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  Speaker 2: with each frantic step. The hoofs grew louder quicker. As
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  Speaker 2: they reached a mossy rock face covered patches of ice,
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  Speaker 2: water from melted snow streaming in small rivulets down the side.
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  Speaker 2: Hang on, Tilda whispered shakily. With a gloved hand, she
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  Speaker 2: grasped a rock outcropping on the side and pulled herself up,
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  Speaker 2: the momentum from almost falling back, smacking her cheek against
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  Speaker 2: the rock, but helping her hoist her body against the
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  Speaker 2: slippery surface. Her foot big and clumsy with the boot
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  Speaker 2: on needed to be jammed with painful force to a
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  Speaker 2: small gap between the rocks, jolting her frozen toes. Pushing
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  Speaker 2: off the ground with her other foot, she reached with
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  Speaker 2: her other hand and gripped the edge of the slab
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  Speaker 2: of the rock. Her chest seized with effort, her lungs
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  Speaker 2: unable to draw breath as she heaved herself up. Black
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  Speaker 2: spots danced in her vision as she pulled herself and
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  Speaker 2: Madison over the edge, the fabric of their jackets scraping
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  Speaker 2: against the rock. She scooted backward on her butt, expecting
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  Speaker 2: to see the horse and its rider appear at any moment.
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  Speaker 2: The creek continued in an upward slope, ending in another
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  Speaker 2: cliff face, where a waterfall only beginning to melt, now
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  Speaker 2: covered the entrance to a tiny alcove with a sheet ice.
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  Speaker 2: Crawl in. Tilda instructed Madison, releasing him with jerky movements.
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  Speaker 2: Madison slithered under the sheet of ice where it had
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  Speaker 2: melted away on the lower left, kicking slippery, squeaking soles
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  Speaker 2: against the slicker rocks to propel himself underneath. Tilda followed
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  Speaker 2: his lead. The cold water like a shock against her back.
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  Speaker 2: They huddled in the dark, with their knees against their chest,
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  Speaker 2: their breath fogging with every short pant, loud and harsh.
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  Speaker 2: In the small cave they'd taken refuge in, their view
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  Speaker 2: of the outside was distorted through the ice. Sound muffled,
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  Speaker 2: and far away. A dark object came into view the horse.
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  Speaker 2: A man in a thick jacket with long, dark hair,
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  Speaker 2: rode astride it. The horse had slowed to a trot.
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  Speaker 2: Tilda could only assume the man had seen their tracks.
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  Speaker 2: Fumbling slow fingers reached for a knife, not believing as
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  Speaker 2: she reached for it that she could ever use it,
• 19:32
  Speaker 2: not believing it would do any good, Madison whimpered, impressed
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  Speaker 2: himself closer to her. The horse whinnied, shuffling in the snow.
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  Speaker 2: The man called out, deep and commanding, but Tilda couldn't
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  Speaker 2: make out the words. A gray fog, much like the
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  Speaker 2: one that had surrounded them in the journey through these woods,
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  Speaker 2: was making her thoughts slow and disjointed. The man directed
• 19:53
  Speaker 2: his horse forward, following their path out of sight. Had
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  Speaker 2: he followed them here? Had he been searching for them?
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  Speaker 2: They waited, watching through the glass, the wet from the
• 20:04
  Speaker 2: rock walls and stones underneath them, making their already frigid
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  Speaker 2: bodies even colder. Tilda could make out the occasional sound
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  Speaker 2: enough to know that the man and his horse were
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  Speaker 2: still close by. If out of sight, Tilda could only
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  Speaker 2: hope he chose to follow the creek's south, the direction
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  Speaker 2: they'd been traveling all along, guessing that they would stay
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  Speaker 2: on their current trajectory. That he'd guess the pair of
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  Speaker 2: them would have been unable to climb up the rock face.
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  Speaker 2: Silence stretched on as Tilda's tension grew. The man called
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  Speaker 2: out again, and Madison jumped. Though she couldn't make out
• 20:37
  Speaker 2: the words, she could tell by the intonation that it
• 20:39
  Speaker 2: was a question what if he was calling for someone else,
• 20:43
  Speaker 2: What if there were more of them? Madison had resumed shivering,
• 20:47
  Speaker 2: bearing himself against Tilda's side in a desperate search for heat.
• 20:51
  Speaker 2: Tilda flexed her fingers, willing some of the blood to
• 20:53
  Speaker 2: flow back into them, willing herself to feel them again.
• 20:57
  Speaker 2: The man's face came back into sight on the other
• 20:59
  Speaker 2: side of the creek. It was disconcerting being able to
• 21:03
  Speaker 2: see his face but not make out any of the
• 21:05
  Speaker 2: features on it, not knowing where he was looking his
• 21:09
  Speaker 2: head moved slowly from side to side, scanning, Tilda assumed
• 21:14
  Speaker 2: for any trail to follow, a clue as to what
• 21:16
  Speaker 2: direction they had gone. A particularly strong gust of wind
• 21:20
  Speaker 2: swirled and kicked up snow and stripped some bark from trees,
• 21:24
  Speaker 2: a muted screaming, forcing the man to shield his face
• 21:27
  Speaker 2: with his arm. The horse neighed almost nervously, turning away
• 21:30
  Speaker 2: from the blast of air. Tilda suddenly had the fleeting
• 21:34
  Speaker 2: idea of attempting a surprise attack to secure the guy's
• 21:36
  Speaker 2: horse and ride her and Madison to shelter, but dismissed
• 21:40
  Speaker 2: it almost immediately after the wind had died down. The
• 21:43
  Speaker 2: man lowered his arm cautiously. He gave another tentative look around,
• 21:48
  Speaker 2: then coaxed his horse forward gently back the way they came.
• 21:53
  Speaker 2: For what felt like a long time but was probably
• 21:55
  Speaker 2: only a few minutes, Tilda stared through the distorted glass
• 21:59
  Speaker 2: that was there world, her ears strained, trying to discern
• 22:03
  Speaker 2: the sounds of hoofs or feet through the wailing of
• 22:06
  Speaker 2: the wind. A sharp but weak intake of air by
• 22:09
  Speaker 2: her side drew her attention to Madison. She looked down
• 22:13
  Speaker 2: at her son, his mop of mousy brown hair almost
• 22:15
  Speaker 2: black with water. His lips were blue. Come on, she murmured.
• 22:22
  Speaker 2: She wriggled out on her back under the break in
• 22:24
  Speaker 2: the ice. She held her hand, motioning for him to
• 22:27
  Speaker 2: follow her. Til to frowned when he hesitated his movement slow.
• 22:31
  Speaker 2: He crawled out on his stomach, his face deathly pale.
• 22:35
  Speaker 2: His eyes had a plea in them. Here, darling. She
• 22:39
  Speaker 2: grasped his hands, afraid her fingers would snap off as
• 22:42
  Speaker 2: she curled them around his fingers, swallowing till to surveyed
• 22:46
  Speaker 2: their surroundings, senses heightened with danger, hazel eyes darting from
• 22:50
  Speaker 2: tree to tree. For now, they followed the creek's south,
• 22:54
  Speaker 2: she decided, eyeing the hoof prints heading east. Warily, but
• 22:58
  Speaker 2: they needed to find shelter her It started to flurry,
• 23:03
  Speaker 2: so beautiful, fun even, but now so deadly. They climbed
• 23:09
  Speaker 2: back down the rock face till to going first and
• 23:12
  Speaker 2: then reaching her arms up for Madison. He tried to
• 23:15
  Speaker 2: curl up in her arms, but failed and settled instead
• 23:17
  Speaker 2: for just neztling into her neck till the side, stroking
• 23:20
  Speaker 2: the back of his head, and resolved to carry him
• 23:22
  Speaker 2: as long as her arms allowed. She rubbed his back,
• 23:26
  Speaker 2: hoping to get some flood circulating, and helped him wrap
• 23:28
  Speaker 2: his legs around her waist. She began her slow, hopeless journey,
• 23:33
  Speaker 2: every step treacherous, the cold winter water threatening to soak
• 23:37
  Speaker 2: through her boots. Her mind was too afraid to process
• 23:40
  Speaker 2: any clear thoughts other than that they were in serious trouble,
• 23:43
  Speaker 2: a burning fear that she was almost distant from because
• 23:46
  Speaker 2: she was too cold to register it. As her foot
• 23:50
  Speaker 2: punched a hole and the ice still covering most of
• 23:52
  Speaker 2: the stream's surface, she tried to remember what it felt
• 23:55
  Speaker 2: like to be warm, and couldn't. It felt foreign to
• 23:58
  Speaker 2: her that could no longer exist, not for her, not
• 24:03
  Speaker 2: for Madison. A branch snapped near them. She would have
• 24:07
  Speaker 2: jumped if her muscles had the strength. Dear, Madison murmured
• 24:12
  Speaker 2: in her ear, baby, dear, Sure enough to Tilda's left,
• 24:16
  Speaker 2: a gangly, white spotted creature bounded off, clumsy and loud fawn.
• 24:22
  Speaker 2: Tilda clarified. Madison repeated the word to her, sounding as
• 24:26
  Speaker 2: one hypnotized. Tilda's sloughed towards with more determination, blinking snowflakes
• 24:32
  Speaker 2: away from her eyelashes. For a long time, she continued
• 24:36
  Speaker 2: most of her body shut down to anything else other
• 24:39
  Speaker 2: than the next step. The snow continued to fall, a
• 24:42
  Speaker 2: pottery frosting to the layer of icy slush, still blinketing
• 24:45
  Speaker 2: the carpet of leaves, the wind whistled around them. Her
• 24:49
  Speaker 2: eyes felt heavy. Are we going to die? Tilda blinked,
• 24:54
  Speaker 2: thinking she'd imagined the whispered question in her ear. Eventually
• 25:00
  Speaker 2: they found a cabin, dilapidated and barely standing, but like
• 25:04
  Speaker 2: a beacon in the dark night. Tilda stumbled in, Madison
• 25:08
  Speaker 2: still in her arms, checking, listening to see if anyone
• 25:12
  Speaker 2: else was in there, but it was empty. She shut
• 25:15
  Speaker 2: the door of the creek, grateful that all of the
• 25:17
  Speaker 2: windows seemed intact, even if everything else seemed transact. And
• 25:21
  Speaker 2: barely standing, slowly, she lowered Madison to the ground, the
• 25:25
  Speaker 2: wind howling outside of the cabin. Tilda fumbled with the
• 25:29
  Speaker 2: zipper of her pack, her hand alien and heavy. The
• 25:32
  Speaker 2: water bottles were cold. She gripped two in her fingers,
• 25:35
  Speaker 2: almost dropping them. She had to work slightly to twist
• 25:38
  Speaker 2: off the cap. Tilda helped Madison into a sitting position
• 25:41
  Speaker 2: and hand him the bottle, not transferring the weight until
• 25:44
  Speaker 2: she was sure he had a good grasp on it.
• 25:46
  Speaker 2: She watched, worried as he struggled to command his fingers.
• 25:49
  Speaker 2: He brought the bottle to his lips slowly and took
• 25:51
  Speaker 2: a clumsy sip that drippled down his chin, reflecting moonlight. Slowly,
• 25:56
  Speaker 2: she reminded him when he sputtered, coughing as he tried
• 25:59
  Speaker 2: to gulp too quickly. The bottle was already almost empty.
• 26:03
  Speaker 2: Twisting off the cap of her own water, Tilda took
• 26:05
  Speaker 2: a tentative sip, wincing when the cold water came into
• 26:08
  Speaker 2: contact with her parched throat. She swallowed painfully, the liquid
• 26:12
  Speaker 2: like a cold stone in her empty stomach. In silence,
• 26:17
  Speaker 2: they drank. The thin, jagged shadows of tree branches projected
• 26:20
  Speaker 2: on the cabin walls, changing as the clouds moved over
• 26:23
  Speaker 2: the moon. Madison stared at his empty bottle. Tilda watched him,
• 26:29
  Speaker 2: wondering what he was thinking. Still thirsty, Massen curled into
• 26:34
  Speaker 2: the feet of position under the blanket that Tilda had
• 26:36
  Speaker 2: pulled out. I'm okay, he murmured, but Tilda knew he
• 26:41
  Speaker 2: was not cold. She prodded, grimacing around another mouthful of water.
• 26:48
  Speaker 2: He nodded, It's not so bad now, Tilda wished she
• 26:52
  Speaker 2: knew more about prolonged exposure to cold. That's good. She
• 26:57
  Speaker 2: ran her hand through his hair and along his face.
• 26:59
  Speaker 2: His skin was still quite cold. Any pain A long pause,
• 27:06
  Speaker 2: Tilda stroked his arm. I think my bones hurt, my throat,
• 27:12
  Speaker 2: my head, he halted, assessing how much to tell her
• 27:16
  Speaker 2: fingers and toes. He turned his face up to hers.
• 27:21
  Speaker 2: I'm okay, though, right, we're both okay, till since an
• 27:27
  Speaker 2: undercurrent something else he was asking, what are you thinking?
• 27:33
  Speaker 2: His eyes were searching overly bright in the moonlight. He
• 27:36
  Speaker 2: shrugged with a quiet sigh. She gave him a tiny smile. Yeah,
• 27:42
  Speaker 2: we're okay. It's just taking time for our bodies to
• 27:45
  Speaker 2: warm up. We were so cold we lost some feeling
• 27:48
  Speaker 2: in our hands, in our feet. She jiggled his foot,
• 27:52
  Speaker 2: so now we can feel the pain in them. Another
• 27:55
  Speaker 2: weighted moment settled over them, till the new Madison was debating,
• 27:59
  Speaker 2: trying to find the for what he really wanted to ask,
• 28:03
  Speaker 2: but instead he said okay. Tilda nearly sighed again, running
• 28:08
  Speaker 2: fingers that still felt disconnected from her hand through his hair.
• 28:11
  Speaker 2: She watched him, trying to discern what thoughts He was
• 28:14
  Speaker 2: too afraid to voice. She could only guess it adds
• 28:17
  Speaker 2: something to do with all the revelations of d C,
• 28:20
  Speaker 2: why they'd been there and why they'd fled. It chased
• 28:23
  Speaker 2: after them, A menacing shadow with such a presence, she
• 28:26
  Speaker 2: often expected to turn around and see it, a dark
• 28:29
  Speaker 2: creature with claws and jagged teeth, ready to devour them.
• 28:33
  Speaker 2: But as ashamed as she was to admit it even
• 28:35
  Speaker 2: to herself, she was too tired to summon the courage
• 28:38
  Speaker 2: to have the long put off but necessary conversation. She'd
• 28:42
  Speaker 2: found reason after reason not to have it. First, she
• 28:45
  Speaker 2: needed time to process everything they'd learned and experienced herself.
• 28:49
  Speaker 2: Then she needed to put distance between them and DC.
• 28:53
  Speaker 2: Her last excuse, and most cowardly, was Madison hadn't asked.
• 28:58
  Speaker 2: Madison turned away from her, Tilda remained sitting up, staring
• 29:02
  Speaker 2: at his back, thinking about all that was left unsaid.
• 29:05
  Speaker 2: She'd eased herself down and pulled the blanket around them,
• 29:08
  Speaker 2: once more, promising herself they'd talk that they were fine,
• 29:12
  Speaker 2: really and truly, But she honestly didn't know. That thought
• 29:17
  Speaker 2: kept her awake for a long time, and that brings
• 29:43
  Speaker 2: us to the end of this first installment. Of big
• 29:48
  Speaker 2: things start small. I'll probably just call it terminus too
• 29:50
  Speaker 2: to make it clear, but that's what it's really called.
• 29:52
  Speaker 1: In my head.
• 29:54
  Speaker 2: It is shorter than the first one, and the third
• 29:56
  Speaker 2: one's even shorter than this one. But but I'm excited
• 30:01
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• 30:05
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• 30:07
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• 30:11
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• 30:13
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• 30:19
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• 30:24
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• 30:28
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• 30:31
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