Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 87 of 162
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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION sister. “‘Look after her, Jeff.” “T will.” “You'd better. If I find that you ve been neglecting her...” He let his voice trail into silence as he donned the hood. Jeff smirked and led the way to the heavy door. “The outer door opens just like this one,”’ he said. ““You may have to fight your way up- ward through some rubble, but there shouldn’t be much; the exit was in clear ground. Don’t forget, listen to the Geiger and come back if you're in trouble.” “I will,’ said George, his voice muffled beneath the hood. He waited until Jeff opened the door, lifted one arm in salute, and stepped into the zig-zag corridor. Jeff smiled as he slammed and locked the thick portal. If George followed instruc- tions he would go walking innocently to his death, ex- posed to a hundred times more radiation than registered on the readjusted Geiger counter. If he grew suspicious and wanted to return, then the same door which had guarded the shelter against an atom blast would protect it against an unwanted guest. Either way he couldn’t lose, and he grinned for the first time in weeks as he sorted out a tin of peaches and a bottle of Scotch. This calied for a celebration. He was halfway through the whisky when Lorna awoke and called for her brother. She looked ghastly as she lay on the bunk beneath the dim light. Her skin had a grey, clammy appearance, and the whites of her eyes had turned yellow, flecked by thin threads of blood, and crusted at the corners with a yellow pus. She stared up at him, breathing in shallow gasps, and her hair hung in lank trails on the soiled pillow. “George!” ‘I’m here, dear,’’ murmured Jeff and tock her thin hand in his own. “George!” “George has gone to get help.” “Help ?” “Yes. We'll soon be out of here and in the fresh air and sunlight.”” He frowned at the blank expression in her eyes. “Here.” He put the bottle comicloooks.com