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>Her little ones shuffled behind the wrecked truck, wobbling on unsteady legs.
>They were so young they hadn’t mastered walking.
>They stumbled multiple times. Their chins clanged into the ground each time they tripped.
>You’d call them hatchlings if your gut wasn’t telling you they were human infants a week ago.
“It’s not safe here.”
>She stamped the ground, cracking the blacktop.
“You’re scaring a lotta people, big girl.”
>She dug her hands into the fractured parking lot.
>”Lotta parents and kids over there.” You added, hoping to appeal to her motherhood.
>“The police won’t stay back forever.”
>She grunted and yanked the ground, hefting a chunk of asphalt above her head.
>Loose dirt and rock speckled and dinged off her head and shoulders.
>”Think of your children, alright?“
>That set her off.
>Her aura flared with anger, righteous fury, and confusion.
>She was thinking of her children.
>And she believed you were far too close to them.
“C’mon...” You moaned, shifting to a defensive stance.