Her voice was also shaky.
“I’ll say! Not just a matter of feeling it, either. For example, a couple of old friends are walking towards me at the moment. Dead ones, as it happens.”
“Ugh!” she said faintly. “Hurry up!”
Dasinger pressed the kwil injector against the inside of his elbow and held down the button for a measured second. He stood still for some seconds more, filled his lungs with the cool night air, and let it out in a long sigh.
“That did it!” he announced, his voice steadying again. “The stuff works fast. A quarter dose . . .”
“Why did you wait so long?”
“It wasn’t too bad till just now. Then suddenly . . . that generator