The heat came first. Then the bodies. I should have known it was trouble when the sun didn't set—it just kept burning, day after day, like God himself was angry.
My name is Jack Malone. People call me Shadow. I was a war correspondent before the radiation hit, reporting from places that didn't appear on most maps and writing stories that didn't appear in most newspapers because the editors got nervous about printing things that made readers uncomfortable. I was thirty-two when the radiation sickness started. Thirty-two years old, divorced, alcoholic,...
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