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As the terrible throbbing in his head slowly eased away, Edward awoke groggy on a grassy field, with the bright sun high overhead. Forcing himself to move, the man groaned from the herculean effort. His head hurt, his gut was roiling, and every bone felt as if it had been removed, then shoved back in again.

“Well, it’s about nuking time you came around,” John snapped irritably, walking closer. The elder Rogan was holding a tin cup full of something that gave off wisps of steam and smelled incredibly like coffee. “We were starting think you’d gone on the last train west, ya lazy bastard.”

It took Edward a few times to get his throat working. Blind norad, he felt as if he’d been run over by a baron’s war wag!

“Where—” Edward broke into a rough cough and tried again. “Where the frag are we? And is that coffee?”

“The Zone,” Alan said as he joined his brother and passed him a canteen. “And yes, it is, bro. But this will do you more good.”

Eagerly taking the canteen, Edward really didn’t care what the contents of the container was, as long as it was wet. He all but ripped off the cap and poured the cool water down his parched throat.

The other Rogans said nothing, waiting for their brother to get fully awake. There was a lot to discuss.

Finally lowering the canteen, Edward sighed then gave a loud belch. “Okay, where are we?” the man repeated, scowling at his younger sibling. “The Zone, ya said? But that’s halfway around the radblasted world!”

“Not quite,” Robert croaked in his mangled voice, the sound vaguely similar to a chuckle. “But close enough.”

Weighing his thoughts, Edward took another long drink from the canteen. “How fragging long have I been out?” he demanded curiously.