“Wagonshaks Incorporated is an international company. They’re used by the government to set up and service the emergency shelters—the internment camps.”
“You mean those emergency camps for homeless and the refugees, don’t you?”
Alistair pointed his finger at Storm. “That’s what they’ve been telling us. But they’ve been popping up along main trunk lines for the last couple of years. They have been using the …show more content…
There’s so much glare! Even with these sunglasses on. It's coming at me from all sides. It’s like bloody snow glare on a ski field. Incredible! Never had it this bad before.”
“Old age, maybe?” Storm chuckled from the back seat.
Alistair didn't reply.
“So which direction we going in?”
“Coonabarabran, you idiot! What makes you think that I'd take you anywhere different?”
Storm stared up at the sky. He couldn't make out the outline of a single cloud. It seemed to be one solid iridescent metallic gray. He blinked several times. The hues changed as he watched and it became a yellowish white.
Alistair pointed over the steering wheel. “Hey! See that?”
Less than a half a mile ahead of them Storm made out the glint of metal. The object was not moving. A thin column of smoke drifting in the wind.
“It’s a car in the road”
“It doesn't look good.”
Alister squinted over the staring wheel. “Shit! A car crash.”
“Surely not. The road's dead straight.”
“Maybe the driver fell asleep and crossed over.”
“Where's the other car then?”
The shattered station wagon was set on a diagonal on the centerline. An old couple stood on the verge beside their vehicle, the woman’s head resting on the man’s shoulder. The man turned to watch them pull over, wide eyed, mouthing words