Jeremiah couldn't take his eyes from the guy who was sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, a plate with soup in front of him, the backpack beside his chair.
"Why did you bring him here," he asked Kurdy, his partner, his friend. But since he had met this whimsical guy everything seemed to change.
"It's raining cats and dogs and he was hungry."
And he had saved my life, Kurdy thought, but he wouldn't talk about this.
"I don't trust him. He's cracked."
"A lot of people are."
"He says, he is God."
"No, he doesn't. He says he's God's messenger."
And the things he had told him about let Kurdy's blood still run cold. If Smith was right and this was the future the Big Death had been just the beginning.