Dan had just settled into an old house on the west side of town. He sat alone, on the floor. His coat and shirt lay on the ground beside him, leaving him in only a white undershirt.
He yawned, drifting off into sleep.
rumble
His ears pricked.
rumble
He grabbed his gun. Could it be the distant sound of exploding Smiles?
RUMBLE
No!
Any denizen of Washington had seen or experienced one of these. A mudslide!
Dan grabbed his gun, bullets, and knife, tucking them safely into his pockets. With that, he sprinted out of the house.
Outside, he could see it as the rain poured down on him.