β
They passed another landing. Nelson and Sophia had taped the doors off, but faces watched from behind dirty glass. Juliette spotted an elderly woman holding a bright cross against the glass. As she turned, the woman rubbed the cross and kissed it, and Juliette thought of Father Wendel and the idea that she was bringing fear, not hope, to the silo. Hope was what he and the church offered, some place to exist after death. Fear came from the chance that changing the world for the better could possibly make it worse. She waited until they were beneath the landing. βHey, Luke?β βYeah?β βDo you ever wonder what happens to us after weβre gone?β βI know what happens to us,β he said. βWe get slathered in butter and chewed off the cob.β He laughed at his own joke. βIβm serious. Do you think our souls join the clouds and find some better place?β His laughter stopped. βNo,β he said after a long pause. βI think we simply stop being.β They
β
β