Her bare feet pounded on the hard asphalt, she was too late, passing the deserted houses.
The company had assured that the radiation levels were within the approved levels but when they still insisted on evacuation, she knew it was serious this time.
Jefferson was doomed, but the sun was shining brighter than ever. She was wet with sweat, and her vision blurred.
As she reached the bus-station she cried in desperation. Fat Bob with family was ready to board, and she would be left behind.
The sign on the bus read: “maximum capacity 3 tons”.
October, 18 2012