gns.throwback-第19部分
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evailed。
Fires were going unchecked； raging through towns and cities。 The injured suffered and died agonising deaths because there was nobody to help them。 But there was a pattern of behaviour amongst the new semi…human race。 Like rats leaving doomed ships； they fled the built…up areas。 Buildings were foreign to their nature； their in…born fear of anything beyond their basic understanding driving them out to the few wild places that remained in Britain。
The first step of a new evolution was beginning。
CHAPTER EIGHT
JACKIE QUINN followed where the man she knew as Kuz led。 Through the night； along a main road； not knowing what it was or why it was there； making detours when they approached a village or hamlet。
In their wake came some twenty or thirty men and women； some of whom had started the journey with them from First Terrace； others they had picked up on the way。 From the mists of time civilisation has always bowed to leaders； sought the security of another's decisions。 And Kuz was one of those leaders。
They travelled at a fast walking pace； not slowing； not showing any signs of tiredness； and when dawn came they saw the rolling range of hills beyond。 Kuz changed direction slightly； heading towards those bracken…covered slopes； and Jackie sensed the eagerness of the others； experienced the feeling herself； that of a traveller returning from a very long journey； weary； but on sighting his home in the distance is at once refreshed； hastening his arrival； that last mile seemingly ten； a mirage that you thought you would never reach。
The hills were home； nobody questioned that as they followed a narrow winding track through the new growth of bracken and heather。 The sun climbed higher； beat down on them with a sadistic mercilessness； clouds of black flies swarming； settling on the thick hair of the travellers。 Bees hunted relentlessly for pollen； and once a single grouse whirred up from beneath their feet； planed down the long slope and alighted when it thought it was safe。
They were high up now； 1；500 feet at least； below them the long valley with its wide main road littered with crashed and abandoned vehicles； a set of traffic lights that winked red； amber and green reflections in the bright sunlight as though they carried on working in defiance of everything around them。 Moving dots signified people； others returning to the wild after a foray into the brick and concrete jungles of an unknown world； not knowing why they had been there in the first place。
Kuz had smelled the stream； then heard the trickling of clear fresh water； tearing his way through a thick barrier of brambles to reach it； throwing himself down full…length on the shallow bank and slurping noisily。 The others followed； would have done so whether they were thirsty or not because it was expected of them。 Animals at a watering hole； all else forgotten。
Suddenly Kuz sprang to his feet； roared at them； his squat features black with fury。 They cowered； understood； whimpered their apologies。 Two cut away； walked up a small grassy mound and shaded their eyes in every direction whilst the remainder returned to their interrupted drink。 Their leader's message was only too clear： a guard must be mounted at all times so that they were not surprised by a lurking enemy。
Kuz rose and they all rose； shaking the water from themselves； their hair glistening with droplets。 Then they were moving on。 There was to be no respite。
Once they came upon another bunch of their own kind； the two groups regarding one another suspiciously from a distance of twenty yards。 There was no exchange of greetings； just hostile stares and a mute agreement to go their own ways。
The climb was being much steeper now； Jackie felt her leg muscles beginning to pull but the idea of resting was dismissed； so long as Kuz kept going so would she。 Travelling on all…fours for the last hundred yards or so； grabbing tussocks of coarse grass to pull themselves up by。 And then they saw the caves。
The place had once been a human habitation； dwelling places chipped out of the overhanging rock face on the eastern side of the hill； sheltered from the prevailing winds。 Lichen and moss grew on the stone； feverfew sprouted from the stony ground。 There were a dozen caverns at least； large and small； dark shady places that yawned back into the hillside； cramped spaces by modern standards but roomy enough to live in if you didn't have many possessions。
Kuz had already chosen the largest cave； one on the right set fifteen feet or so from the others。 He leaped to his feet； shambled towards it； Jackie still following。 None of the others disputed his choice for he was their leader。 They squabbled over the other caves； a blow was struck and then they set about preparing their new homes。
Jackie squatted on the floor watching Kuz's every movement with amazement。 He was accustomed； obviously； to a nomad existence； clearing the floor space； hurling loose rocks outside。 He grunted； pointed to a low shelf at the rear； this was to be their bed。 Rest； woman； for the journey has been a tiring one。
He went outside； returned with an armful of dry； dead wood and piled it just inside the entrance。 Fire was a good servant but a bad master； Kuz would be the master。 Two pieces of what appeared to be stone were rubbed together； sparking； rubbed harder。 Within seconds some of the smaller twigs were glowing faintly red。 Kuz stooped； puffed his bearded cheeks； blew。 The kindling burst into flame； crackled； a thin spiral of smoke beginning to drift upwards； a grey lazy serpent finding the way out into the open； dispersing； smelled sweet。
Kuz grunted his satisfaction； turned to face Jackie。 He had done it all before； that was why he was the leader of this hill tribe。 She nodded； smiled。 She was proud to have him for her man。 He would protect her。 And far away somewhere in the surrounding woodlands came the baying of wild animals。
Within a matter of a few weeks it seemed to Jackie Quinn as though she had always lived here in this upland settlement。 Indeed； her memories of that place with tall； symmetrical； frightening buildings were fading fast。 A fevered dream
perhaps； she did not want to think about it any more。
Others drifted in to the encampment； sometimes a group； other times singles or couples。 They saw the smoke from the fires and being gregarious came to investigate。 None disputed Kuz's leadership； they showed their allegiance together with a willingness to work for the food of the munity。 And there was plenty of work to be done。
The caves were only temporary residences； ancient homes of a much more primitive race but by no means permanent enough for these newers。 The first task was to build strong fortable dwelling…places which would be warm in winter and withstand the blizzards that would surely rip through this exposed range of hills。
Stone was in abundance； landslides which had showered down over the years and only needed sorting。 The building began； square houses rising at an incredible speed； the boulders knitted together with clay which the women kneaded in the bed of the nearby stream。 Except Jackie。 She wanted to help but Kuz forbade it； she was privileged； the chiefs wife； and as such her duties were to supervise the female workforce and to cook her man's food over the wood fire。 A woman apart； proud but 。 。 。 lonely。
The worst times were when Kuz and the men were away hunting。 A few of the younger ones stayed behind to continue with the building but for most of the day her pany was female and she sensed the bitter jealousness of the other women； felt their hostile glares； their defiance which they dared not show for fear of their chief's retribution。 And the way their eyes sought out Kuz when the hunting party trooped back into camp； enthralled by his powerful figure as they indulged in their individual primitive fantasies。 Each and every one would have traded him for their own man； given everything they possessed for the privilege of sharing his hide bed once darkness fell。
