Nutshell Kingdom: Work in Progress 3 (a plot device I will not be using)
2007
We were beaten, trapped. Eliza crouched over me in the alley, holding me as I lay there; I could tell that several of my ribs were broken from the dive off of the roof and into the open dumpster. The zombies were closing in. There were so many. Eliza, looking to the sky, cried out, "What's that? In the sky?"
I followed her gaze. There were shapes in the sky, coming in over the New York skyscape. Relief overcame pain and I looked up at her with a grin. "The eagles are coming."
