CHAPTER 61
David felt them lift him up and carry him like a rag doll. Around him, he saw a war zone: sirens blared, white dust floated through the air like snow, fires belched black smoke, and voices shouted in Chinese. He watched it all through half closed eyes as if it were a dream.
Over the loud speaker, a recording repeated “Reactor core breach. Evacuate. Evacuer. Evakuieren…” The voice faded, and David felt sunlight on his face. The men tossed him about as they carried him over the rough ground.
“Stop! Let me take a look.” A man was in his face. Someone with a white coat. Blonde. 40s-ish. British. He grabbed David’s face and pulled at his eyelids, then looked him up and down, inspecting the wounds. “No, he won’t make it.” The man pointed to the ground and drew a hand across his throat. “Put him down. Get someone else.” He motioned to the building. The Chinese workers dropped him like a sack of rotten potatoes and ran back toward the building.
From the ground, David watched the man run over to another group holding a body pulled from the rubble. He perused her briefly. “Yes, she’ll make it.” He gestured toward the train, and the men carried the woman the remaining twenty feet, tossing her into a car where other workers dragged her in.
The white coat turned to another group. “Supplies? On the train. Hurry.”
The train. Twenty feet to freedom. But David couldn’t move.