Apocalyptic Scenario 3.b

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“Shouldn’t there be twelve?”

Terndill shut the lid on the cooler. “This is not some supermarket checkout, Bo.”

The warm spring breeze filtered past the chainlink and razorwire bringing the smell of rich earth and white pine pollen. The forest and glades surrounding the compound glowed beneath a full July moon.

Bojine, ‘Bo’ Durnoc said, “I was just… Eggs always come in dozens.”

“Don’t handle them until you get back to your place.” Gerry Terndill set the red plastic cooler on the passenger-side floor of Bo’s pickup. “I’ll come by next week to check on them. But in case I’m delayed, or…” Gerry responded to a beep from his phone, tapped a few words and slipped it back into his pocket. “Yeah. Things are moving fast. If I don’t see you before they hatch, separate the males from each other. You’ll know which ones are which.”

Continued here…


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