Jason gave us the compass and told us if we kept walking due west, we would see them. None of us thought it was possible. The little ones didn’t believe they existed.
I was older, nearly fifteen and I’d never seen one, but Jason was the oldest man we’d ever found. He was twentyfive, laying on a stone ledge, waiting for the vultures.
“If you make it to Malibu Canyon, you’ll see them on the ridge. They’ve got leaves and everything."
“What are leaves?” asked Kenny. He was only seven, one of the last ones born after the Sunrise.