She had seen things since the War that made even Stephen King's stories seem tame, and it was everywhere. Dead corpses full of bullet holes, female bodies still lying with their legs spread and mouths open in mi-scream, the family dog impaled on a broken porch rail, blood smears in the shape of a small hand on the stone walk. Her eyes landed on these things and flew away each time, but she knew she'd see them 'up close and personal' in her dreams. There was no escaping it.
2
Cesar and his Slavers were indeed headed toward southern Wyoming, where survivors had been heard calling for help, attracting his attention instead. These refugees read the American Pledge of Allegiance and sang the anthems over the radio. Cesar couldn't wait to show them who this new America belonged to.