Zak swallowed hard. He didn't like dealing with adults. Didn't know how. Just Tom. He wasn't an adult, he was his new Dad. Real adults frightened Zak.....Those deep set eyes changed. Widened. Zak thought he saw ... fear? The man was frightened? Of him? Why?"Grandpa!"Zak looked at Lilith. She was looking down at her Grandfather's hand, its large fingers gripping her knee tightly. Zak could see white and red on her skin, the man cutting off blood. His eyes went back to the man's. The adult's. The owners had been an elderly couple, who couldn't do all the work alone, anymore. They reminded him of his grandparents. While they were tough people, they were fair. They gave him room, board, and one thousand dollars a month to live and work on the farm.He had been living and working there for nine months solid, when the disaster hit. Since the government had not informed the public that the asteroids had split off into large meteors, the public was caught by surprise.Gary and Ruth Kingsly. It wasn’t done. I was a Townie after all.There were two very clearly defined cliques at Micester High—The Villagers and The Townies. The Townies lived, as you can imagine, on the rabbit-warren estates in town. Their parents generally worked up at the factory or in one of the many businesses that serviced it. The Villagers, meanwhile, were the school’s upper crust. Their homes were in the outrageously expensive outlying villages, and they were the sons and daughters of lawyers, accountants, city. ‘Hey, you two lads, come here,’ the farmer called out, pointing to Michael and Padraig. ‘You two seem young and healthy enough to handle hard labor. You will be in the fields. Go to that shed over there and unpack your things. We must get started immediately.’ Mr. McGee was sell off, however not as wealthy as some, so the lodging for the men was an unused byre with wooden cots stacked in one corner. Hay was scattered about the floor, blankets were neatly piled on bags of seed in another corner.