Aeisha was shaking off tendrils of revulsion as she stepped into the Lows. The thought of the children she'd left behind lingered with the idea that they had planned to catch and eat her. It made her imagine her own children orphaned and alone, fending for themselves in a harsh world of concrete and avarice. She shuddered.
She put all of her energy into running north on Debray. The single finished B-F spire stood tall on the right side of the road, still many blocks away, but in no way obscured by the short structures on the street around her. Ten-storied apartment buildings passed by swiftly, their dingy red-brick showing in a dull burgundy blur. Groups of people, sitting on the stoops in front of their buildings watched her as she passed. Once or twice she thought she heard a gunshot an
