His body convulsed and jerked around, while workers attempted to stabilize him. He didn’t look much older than me and I wasn’t sure if he was even conscious.
The girl, on the other hand, didn’t have any of the same symptoms. She screamed at the top of her lungs, then reached back toward the other pod occupant. “Daddy, I want Mommy!” The young thing sank into a coughing fit, bringing her to silence.
My heart sank as I watched the mob race across to another clay building. The girl had been sent with her dying father, and her mother had been left inside the mountain. My temporary companion sighed and started back for his bar. “Shame for the kid the pods only carry two.”
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