Yarborough led them through the impromptu village of broad white
tents, rows of outhouses, sensor towers, and heavy weapons
installations that had obliterated the turf of the athletic field.
They stopped at the fence on the edge of the hilltop.
“You can get a pretty good look at the swath, here.”
On a day without monsters, it would have been a nice view. You could
see most of the town center, and all the way to Pacific Coast Highway
the misty ocean beyond. A wide, flat, smoking scar of ruin cut from
the water to a shopping center half a mile inland.
Rated R. Contains profanity and giant monster violence.
Knitwitch’s Sci-Fi & Fantasy Zone on Talkshoe