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"
Well
,
at
least
there
’
s
somebody
else
left
,
"
said
Coker
.
"
Andwhoever
wrote
up
that
address
.
Have
you
any
idea
who
it
was
?
"
I
shrugged
my
shoulders
.
It
was
a
justifiable
assumption
that
it
was
a
returned
member
of
the
group
that
Coker
had
raided
—
or
possibly
some
sighted
person
that
his
party
had
failed
to
catch
.
There
was
no
telling
how
long
it
had
been
there
.
He
thought
it
over
.
"
It
’
ll
be
better
if
there
’
s
two
of
us
.
I
’
ll
tag
along
with
you
and
see
what
’
s
doing
.
Okay
?
"
"
Okay
,
"
I
agreed
.
"
I
’
m
for
turning
in
flaw
,
and
an
early
start
tomorrow
.
"
He
was
still
asleep
when
I
awoke
.
I
dressed
myself
much
more
comfortably
in
the
ski
suit
and
heavy
shoes
than
in
the
garments
I
had
been
wearing
since
his
party
had
provided
them
for
me
.
By
the
time
I
returned
with
a
bag
of
assorted
cans
,
he
was
up
and
dressed
too
.
Over
breakfast
we
decided
to
improve
our
welcome
at
Tynsham
by
taking
a
loaded
truck
each
rather
than
travel
together
in
one
.
"
And
see
that
the
cab
window
closes
,
"
I
suggested
.
‘
There
are
quite
a
lot
of
triffid
nurseries
around
London
,
particularly
to
the
west
.
"
"
Uh
-
huh
.
I
’
ve
seen
a
few
of
the
ugly
brutes
about
,
"
he
said
offhandedly
.
"
I
’
ve
seen
them
about
—
and
in
action
,
"
I
told
him
.
At
the
first
garage
we
came
to
we
broke
open
a
pump
and
filled
up
.
Then
,
sounding
in
the
silent
streets
like
a
convoy
of
tanks
,
we
set
off
westward
with
my
truck
in
the
lead
.
The
going
was
wearisome
.
Every
few
dozen
yards
one
had
to
weave
round
some
derelict
vehicle
.
