"Sally!" snorted. "Wake up, Sally!" "Don't... make trouble!" She replied vaguely, this time raising her voice. He pushed harder. "Wake up, wake up!" Charlie? It was Charlie's voice, calling her.How long has it been? She slowly sobered up. The first thing I caught sight of was the alarm clock on the bedside table.A quarter past two.Charlie can't be home right now, he should be on duty.After seeing his face clearly, Sally felt an ominous premonition: something happened. The husband's face was pale, his eyes were bulging, he was holding the car keys in one hand, and he was still pushing her vigorously with the other, as if he hadn't noticed that she had opened her eyes at all.

"Charlie, what's the matter? What happened?" He didn't seem to know how to answer, only saw his Adam's apple move a few times.The house was silent except for the ticking of the alarm clock. "On fire?" If it wasn't on fire, he shouldn't be so gaffe.She knew that his parents died in the fire. "Almost," he said, "maybe worse. Get dressed quickly, and take Laffoon. We must get out of here." "Why?" she asked as she got out of bed.An inexplicable fear swept over his body.Strange, as if in a dream. "Where is it? Is it the backyard?" She asked, but she knew in her heart that it was not the backyard.It was the first time she had seen Charlie so nervous.She took a deep breath, not smelling the smoke.

"Sally, dear, don't ask. We must go. Go away. Go and wake the baby and dress her." "Am I... do you have time to prepare your luggage?" He was momentarily at a loss for words, and the question seemed a little unexpected.She realized that her husband was more panic than fear.He smoothed his hair carelessly with his hands, "I don't know. I have to check the direction of the wind." Then he walked out the door. She was barefoot, wearing pajamas, cold and frightened, standing in a daze, at a loss.What he said made her feel a little confused.Is he out of his mind?What does looking at the direction of the wind have to do with having time to prepare your luggage?What does it mean to go far?Reno?Vegas?Lake City?still……

She rested her chin on her hand and pondered. AWOL!Charlie must have been AWOL when he ran away with his family in the middle of the night. She walked into her daughter Lavon's room, looked at the sleeping child, and stood there blankly for a moment.She had a vague feeling that this was just a very vivid dream.The dream would end, she would wake up at 7 a.m. as usual, take the baby to dinner, watch the first episode of Today, and when Charlie came home from get off work at 8 o'clock, she would fry his eggs for him.In two weeks, he will change to the day shift. At that time, she won't have to stay alone in the empty room, and she won't have such nonsensical dreams again.

"Hurry up!" He urged very dissatisfied, sweeping away the hazy thoughts in her mind. "We're running out of time, so we can just bring a few things...for God's sake," he pointed to the crib, "dress Lavon!" He covered his mouth with his hand and coughed hurriedly A few times, and then began to randomly take out various objects from the drawer of the desk and stuff them into a few old suitcases. She woke the child and tried to coax her.The crying of the child made her feel even more frightened.Fear turned to anger when she saw Charlie almost running into the house clutching her underwear with both hands.Bra straps trailed behind him like ribbons thrown by a celebratory crowd on New Year's Eve.

"What the hell is going on?" she growled.The child who had just stopped crying was startled by her and burst into tears. "Are you crazy? Are they going to send troops to catch us? Send troops!" "Not tonight," he said, with a chilling certainty. "If we don't run, we'll have no chance of getting out. I can't even tell myself how the hell I got out of the tower. I think Something went wrong. That's right, everything else is normal, there must be something wrong." He sighed, followed by a grin, which made her feel fear that she had never felt before. "Has Laffoon dressed? Well, take her some clothes and put them in that trunk, and the rest in the blue bag, and go. It's an easterly wind, thank God."

He covered his mouth with his hands and coughed again. "Daddy!" Lavon grabbed his arm, "I want Daddy! I want it! Ride a big horse, Daddy! Ride a big horse, I want you!" "Not now," Charlie said, dodging into the kitchen.After a while Sally heard the clink of dishes.He was taking her allowance from the soup bowl on the top shelf of the cupboard.She had thirty or forty dollars in savings there, usually putting in a dollar at a time, sometimes fifty cents.It was her private money.It does not seem to be dreaming.Whatever happened, it was not a dream. The child sobbed again, because the always obedient daddy didn't let her ride a big horse this time.Sally struggled to put her coat on, then hurriedly stuffed a large pile of clothes into the trunk.She felt a burst of relief that the baby had already pissed and no more diapers were needed.

Charlie ran into the bedroom, stuffing some crumpled bills from the soup bowl into his coat pocket.Sally picked up Laffoon.She was awake enough to walk, but Sally wanted to hold her.Sally bent down and picked up the suitcase from the ground. "Where are we going, Daddy?" the boy asked. "I'm going to sleep." "Kids can sleep in the car," Charlie said, grabbing two suitcases. Sally began to realize something clearly. "Has there been an accident?" she whispered. "Oh my God! There was an accident, right? The base?" "I was playing poker and I looked up and the meter went from green to red and I turned on the monitor. Sally, they all..."

He didn't say any more.He saw the child's curious eyes wide open, with tears in them. "The people below are all dead." He said, "Maybe one or two survived, and probably all ran away." "What's 'dead', Daddy?" the child asked. "It's nothing, baby," Sally said.Her voice was very calm. Charlie choked, as if something was stuck in his throat. "Fortunately, I looked up at the instrument. Half a minute at night, I will be sealed in the tower control room, like a bug in a bottle." "What's wrong? It's..."

"I don't know. I don't want to know at all. I only know that they...they will be done in a while. I get a lot of money and the work is dangerous. But it's not enough to wait here to die. Now it's Dongfeng. We're going to Dongkai. Stop talking." She was drowsy, as if having a nightmare.She followed him to the driveway where their 15-year-old Chevrolet was parked.Sally, holding the child, stood at the door of the car for a moment, looking at the house where she had lived for four years.She remembered that the baby hadn't been born when she first moved in. "Okay, get in the car, wife."

She obediently got into the car.The headlights of the car swept across the front of the house.The reflection on the window seems to be the eye of a wild animal. He turned the steering wheel nervously, the glimmer of the dashboard reflected on his face. "If the gate of the base is closed, we have to break out." She could hear that these words were not groundless.She suddenly felt wet on her knees. Their worries appear to be unfounded.The gates of the base remain open.A guard dozed off with a magazine in his hand.She saw no sign of the other guard.This is the base - the outer wall of an ordinary military vehicle warehouse.What happened in the core area of ​​the base has nothing to do with the people here. She trembled and put her hand on his leg.The child has fallen asleep.Charlie patted her hand lightly: "Everything will be fine, honey." At dawn, their car sped east on a Nevada highway.Charlie was still coughing.