Bryce and Eddie stepped out of the Cadillac and approached the wrecked Camaro. They could see two adults slumped in front. Both were of indeterminate age due to the swelling and discoloration on their faces. Ropes of mucus dangled from their nostrils and mouths. They looked clotted on the male passenger but were oozing from the female driver. Apart from ticking sounds made by the hot engine, the car was silent. A juvenile crow squawked from the next block, and an adult who might have sired it was standing in front of the office doorway. Those were definitely jean-clad legs inside.
Eddie put a hand on Bryce's shoulder and pointed to the doorway. Bryce nodded and headed to it, bypassing an open duct to a storage tank. The crow raised its head and looked at Bryce — rather haughtily, he thought — then flew to its juvenile. Bryce glanced back at Eddie, who had bent inside the car. Eddie raised his head and said, "Breathing off and on, just like what we heard before. Doubtful that there's much we can do, but we can try."
Bryce went inside and found a man prone on the floor. His age was also indeterminate — not from infection but from his face being shattered. He appeared to have been shot multiple times. Bryce was certain that if his nose had been working — it was working, but not in an attractive or useful way — he would have smelled gun smoke.
He was about to blow his nose when the deuce coupe announced its rapid approach from a few blocks away. Bryce turned back to the Cadillac and was halfway there when The Kid's deuce coupe roared into view.