Steve really didn\u2019t want to wake all the way up, because sometimes you know things aren\u2019t going to be good when you open your eyes.
\nOn the other hand, better to see the trouble coming than get hit by it. He shook his eyes into focus and looked around.
\nDidn\u2019t make any sense. He shook his head again and squinted. The sky was the color of an old bruise; solid cloud-cover in dusty greys and purples hung overhead from one end of the sky to the other, but that wasn\u2019t really the problem — in fifty years you can see some pretty odd weather, after all. The sky just make Sam think tornado warning.
\nNo, the problem was that he was looking at the battered sky through the bars of a wooden cage. Worse, the cage was in the middle of some kind of camp. There was a fire burning a few feet away, cooking something that smelled like rotten corn silage, and there were about a dozen little buildings around him that looked like they were made out of sod.
\nThe people walking around, even the two that were looking at him in the cage, were short little wiry bastards with dried mud caked all over their skin.
\nThey didn\u2019t look like right at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Steve really didn\u2019t want to wake all the way up, because sometimes you know things aren\u2019t going to be good when you open your eyes. On the other hand, better to see the trouble coming than get hit by it. He shook his eyes into focus and looked around. Didn\u2019t make any sense. He shook … <\/p>\n