![]() They squealed sometimes, then they’d scuttle over the sand, barely visible when Cath peered over the edge of the roof. Soon, even that faded.Ĭath rested on her side, her mobile clasped in her hands, eyes glued to the clock display. The last streak of light painted the sky purple. “Adam?”Īdam stayed still and said nothing else, even when Cath fastened the knot of blood-soaked sleeves around his leg. Until they found water, it was all she could do.Īdam let out a faint moan. What mattered was keeping Marlene’s boys alive until help came.Ĭath found a clean piece of shirt to rewrap around Adam’s leg. Too slick.įrom the few up-close glimpses Cath had caught when they’d first streamed into town, she could’ve sworn they were salamanders – but there were no salamanders in Australia, not here in the arid desert, not even down at home.ĭidn’t matter. These creatures didn’t look like komodo dragons, though. Maybe there was something in their spit, like komodo dragons, who only had to bite their prey once and wait for it to succumb. The infection spread too quickly, too badly: maybe the creatures were venomous. What else was she supposed to do? Hemming and haw-ing and what-ifs would get them nowhere. They’ll come looking.” She sounded more certain than she felt. “Look – even if we can’t reach anyone, enough people got away. Stefan went on: “It can’t last much longer, right? Any reception on your phone yet?” Marlene wouldn’t have approved of his language – but Cath wasn’t Marlene, and this wasn’t the time. Spitting on one corner of the fabric, she cleaned the blood near the cut, revealing a smear of swollen, pink-red skin. She undid the knot of her shirt around Adam’s leg and winced as she inched it loose from dried blood and hardening flesh. Jutting out her lower jaw, Cath got to work. His hands clutched each other in his lap, his left thumb rubbing over dried knuckles. ![]() If the creatures knew they were up here, they’d be dead within minutes. “We should re-do his bandages while there’s still light,” Cath said. Stefan’s pale eyes flickered away – to the creatures writhing below – then back to Adam, who lay still and white on the sloped roof. ![]() That’s good, right? That means he’s calmer?” Impossible to tune out with nothing else for miles around but their own rattled breathing, their dry whispers, and the distant sputtering of an engine. She already did now – squelching, claws scratching sand, bone splintering background noise that pierced deep and went on forever. It’d go dark soon.Ĭath knew she’d hear them, though. In the distance, the tower jutted high into the air, already fading into the background with the sun no more than a glimmer along the horizon. Angular green numbers told the time: nearly ten at night.Ĭath lowered her mobile. In the left corner were no bars at all – there hadn’t been since Cath’s arrival the day before. Last Episode - M.O.M.S.Only one bar in the upper-right corner of the screen. Sven Kerkhoff - Fresh Fruit (Prompter Remix) ĭancaless - Gradient (Prompter RMX) Marco Colombino - Do not stand at my grave and weep Screen of Emotion įlorian Fiernow - come in (Prompter Remix) Remix Request & Booking us your Promo Roads The name PROMPTER was the result of working a long time together via internet, becouse they are writing and producing online and sitting directly in front of screens where they read what they do, like a prompter. They've dabbled with Detroit techno, chunky deep house, frisky tech-house, Latino-influenced carnival house, and heads down, bleep techno. ![]() Yury is the part for the minmal perfection and finessess and Chris is for the feeling and organisation together they have the perfect symbiosis and have experimented with a wide array of club sounds since their inception in March 2010. They got in touch on an occurs and pointed out that they have the same vision of electronic music. Comprising of Yury Soldatov and Chris Voss from Munich and Bonn. Berlin / Reworck Belgium / Piko Music Italy )Ĭontact: are an interesting pair.
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