you were running through the gray, scorched grass. you didn't know where to run and where to hide, the main thing was not to fall into the hands of Black and those who went crazy. There was a bright blue speck on the floor of one of the blackened trees. On closer inspection, it turned out to be Sky, the youngest of the sprunkies. The poor boy was pierced through in several places by metal fittings, but he was still breathing. Without raising his head, he asked in a hoarse whisper: Who's here? ...