“Your wish is my command, O my captain,” Warren said amiably.
We noted the presence of small animals as we walked, shy things like rabbits or other herbivores. Nothing aggressive like wolves or lions hiding in the grass, but just the thought of something like that made my hand travel to the holster at my hip. I reminded myself that this may have been a big city once, but that was thousands of years ago and the rule book had probably changed. Something must eat those rabbits and herbivores, after all.
As we walked, there were uneven growth patches in the field—some places up to our waists, some almost mown smooth. “Where are the people?” I asked Warren, though everyone else could hear me through their suit radios, too. “Some of these areas look almost deliberately cut.”
“Not necessarily
