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Anaheim Run
# 13 in the Endworld series

by David L. Robbins



Prologue 1

"Listen!" exclaimed the oldest of the trio, an elderly man with a shock
of white hair and gray brows. A strong breeze from the west, from the
Pacific Ocean, stirred his brown woolen shirt and baggy green pants. The
air was exceptionally chilly along the West Coast, even for January.

"I don't hear nothin'," commented the youngest of the party, a skinny
youth barely out of his teens. Brushing his long black hair from his brown
eyes, he scanned the vestige of a road they were following to the north.
Potholes dotted the buckled asphalt, and the surrounding vegetation
served as a verdant wall. The wind seemed to shear right through his blue
short-sleeved shirt and black trousers. "There's nothin' out there," he
commented.

"I knew we should have stuck to the main roads!" complained the
young woman lagging slightly behind the two men. Her shoulder-length
black hair was being lashed by the gusts, and her blue pants and blouse
provided scant protection from the cold.

"Will you quit gripin', sis!" countered the youth.
 "We should have stayed with the main roads!" his sister reiterated.
"You know how dangerous it is to stray!" She paused, shivering. "And why
didn't we bring an extra set of clothes? Warm clothes!"

"It was nice when we left yesterday," the youth said.

"It's not nice now!" his sister groused.

"Quiet! Both of you!" barked the elderly man.

"What's with you, Grandpa?" the youth demanded. "Everything is cool."

"In more ways than one!" interjected his sister bitterly.