"David L. Robbins - Endworld 22 - Green Bay Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

The Home.

His brow knit as he tried to remember every fact he had ever been told
about the Home and the Family. A survivalist guy had constructed the
30-acre retreat before World War Three. Since the damn war had
transpired 106 years ago, the Home's continued existence testified to the
tenacity of its occupants, descendants of the survivalist and those he had
selected to join him at the compound prior to the launching of the
missiles.

Think.

What else did he know?

The Home, so the story went, was located in an isolated area not all
that far from the Canadian border, on the outskirts of the former Lake
Bronson State Park. According to the map he'd lost when his horse was
killed, the Home must be north of State Highway 11 and east of U.S.
Highway 59. He'd crossed over State Highway 11 an hour and a half ago,
so if his calculations were correct, and if the whole tale about the Home
wasn't a blatant Technic lie, then he must be close.

What if the story was a lie? he asked himself.

If so, he'd come all this way for nothing.

He shook his head, his lips compressing in a thin line, and resolved to
quit being so negative. Sure, the story had sounded farfetched when he'd
first heard a version of it from that drunken sot at the tavern he
frequented on the outskirts of Green Bay. But then others had related
similar accounts, and despite his better judgment he'd gradually accepted
the reports as accurate.

Imagine!

Someone had actually beaten the Technics at their own ruthless game!

The various accounts all agreed on certain basic points. As always, the
treacherous Technics had been up to no good. They'd learned about the
existence of the Home and had deviously endeavored to extract an
important secret from the Family. The exact nature of the secret was a
mystery, but in light of the Technics' well-known interest in expanding the
area under their control, it must have been important to their war
preparations. The Family, somehow, had thwarted the Technics. Not only
that, a Warrior from the Home had slain the Technic leader and thrown
Technic City into turmoil. Once called Chicago, the metropolis was now
enclosed within an electri-fied fence and the people were forced to abide
by the autocratic dictates of their technocratic masters.

Thank God he didn't live in Technic City!