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

She gaped at the Fryer, recalling the time she had seen a Disruptive
slain by a Terminator Squad. The stench of the poor man's burning flesh
had sickened her.

Chastity shifted uncomfortably.

The mother placed her lips next to her daughter's right ear. "Shhh," she
warned in a scarcely audible voice.

The Terminator started to turn.

Startled, the mother ducked from sight. Had he spotted her? She held
her breath, her frightened eyes glued to the open space to the left of the
roots, waiting for the Terminator to appear. A minute elapsed. She
resumed breathing.

The storm was still in full swing.

With extreme caution, she inched to the left and peeped out.

He was gone!

She grinned as she craned her neck for a better look, astonished at her
good fortune. The rumor she'd heard must be true. Rain did interfere with
their Heat Vision! Otherwise, the Terminator would have detected
Chastity and her. She leaned back and patted Chastity's head. "It's all
right, honey. The Bubbleheads won't get us."

"Can I go to the bathroom now?"

"In a bit."

"I have to go bad. Mommy."

"All right. Let me make sure the coast is clear, and then you can go."

"Okay."

The mother shifted and deposited Chastity on the ground at the base of
the crisscrossed roots. "You're to stay put. Do you understand?"

Chastity nodded.

"I don't want you to move a muscle until I get back," the mother
reiterated.

"I won't. Mommy," Chastity promised.

"Good." The mother moved to the left and paused in the opening.
"Remember," she cautioned in a whisper, "don't budge until I come back."