"David L. Robbins - Endworld 17 - Atlanta Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

Annoyed by her failure to conceal her fright, the woman faked a broad
smile. "You're imaginging things, dearest. I'm fine. Just a little cold, is all."

"So am I," Chastity said, tightening the grip of her thin arms about her
mother's neck.

The woman breathed deeply as she jogged down the hill. She could feel
her daughter's legs encircling her narrow waist, could feel the tension in
those legs, and her conscience was pricked by guilt. Was freedom worth
endangering Chastity's life? Was it that precious?

How could she ask such a stupid question?

"Mommy?"

"Please, Chastity. Not now. We must keep quiet."

"But the Bubbleheads are coming."

Startled, the woman halted and spun. Her gaze fixed on the top of the
hill as a lightning flash far to the north silhouetted its sloping contours.

And there they were! Four Terminators, outlined against the sky! But
how? Where had they come from?

"Mommy?" Chastity asked fearfully.

Struggling to suppress a rising sense of panic, the woman bolted
southward. What should she do? Take cover in the woods? The
Terminators would find them easily! But fleeing was even more foolish;
she couldn't hope to outrun a Terminator Squad.

"The Bubbleheads are coming," Chastity reiterated.

"Quiet!" the mother ordered, angling to the right, leaving the highway
and darting into the underbrush. She crashed through a thicket, turning
her body sideways so her right side absorbed the brunt of their passage,
her right shoulder and naked forearms slashed by the sharp branches.

Another streak of lightning, much nearer this time, served to briefly
illuminate a small clearing and the wall of trees beyond. Seconds later,
thunder boomed.

The woman plunged into the forest, weaving among the trunks,
dreading a misstep. She was grateful for the steadily strenghtening wind;
the rustling leaves and the crackling limbs would cover the sounds of her
flight. But the Terminators would rely on more than hearing to track her
down; they would use their Heat Vision.