Scouting for a Brain by leonkennedyisgod, literature
Literature
Scouting for a Brain
The Boomer scouts--if scouts were the proper word for people who wandered the perimeter and occasionally blew up visiting geckos--were not surprised the next morning at breakfast. A girl named Pauline, the supervisor of the roving security guards, studied Ben carefully and curiously as he explained what he’d seen. He was shocked when she nodded.
“Been happenin’ over that ridge for awhile now. Over a year.” She shouldered her grenade launcher as she led the group outside, toward one of the lookout posts. “Just about everbody’s seen one at one time or another. Nobody dares go through that waste area.