Rampart

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In the aftermath of the tornado, Snowman discovers a shard of bourbon‑bottle glass lodged in his foot. Using improvised tweezers he removes the fragment, washes the wound with beer, and applies out‑of‑date antibiotic ointment and shaving lotion as a makeshift antiseptic. He worries about infection and the germ‑laden floor below.

At sunset he watches the pink‑orange sky through the narrow tower window, noting the pigoons below that appear like plastic figurines. Lying on a cot he reflects on Jimmy’s missed clues, wonders whether killing Crake earlier would have mattered, lights a candle, smokes a cigarette, and flips through porn‑site printouts, feeling dis‑enchanted rather than aroused.

A flashback to his mother’s magenta dressing gown and jasmine perfume triggers a flood of hatred and grief. He silences the seductive female voice of his digital alarm clock and notes that he is on day three of his trek (day 1: hike to RejoovenEsense and the tornado; day 2: trapped by pigoons).

He urinates in the kitchen sink, boils water to clean his foot, makes sugary instant coffee, eats a Three‑Fruit Jolt‑bar, and packs supplies: boiled water in an empty beer bottle, additional Jolt‑bars, matches, a paring knife, a Red Sox cap, sunglasses, a khaki shirt, a flowered sheet used as a makeshift sarong, sunblock, and two lengths of rope. He discards his old single‑eyed glasses and unsuitable shorts.

Attempts to escape through the attack‑proof kitchen window and a high bathroom window fail because both lead to a herd of slavering pigoons. He then dismantles an emergency air vent using a step‑stool, corkscrew, table knife, hammer and battery‑operated screwdriver. He fashions a rope from a kitchen table leg and a second rope for his bag, squeezes through the vent’s narrow chimney‑like shaft, and drops eight feet onto the rampart. After pulling himself up and lowering his supplies, he realises he has forgotten his wind‑up radio.

He surveys the rampart: a 20‑foot‑high, 6‑foot‑wide wall encircling the oblong Compound, with staggered observation slits every ten feet and watchtowers at intervals. His plan is to crawl along the rampart, staying hidden behind slits to avoid pigoon patrols, and eventually exit through a side gate or cut across the interior. The sun rises, and he continues despite limping from his foot wound.

Near the third watchtower he spots a thin, grey‑white column of smoke rising near the seashore, north of the Craker encampment. He considers possibilities—a lingering storm fire, a Craker signal fire, or another source—but notes the plume remains steady and does not spread.

He eats half a Jolt‑bar, drinks boiled water, and keeps moving along the rampart, motivated by the need to retrieve a spray‑gun for defense against wolvogs and pigoons. He periodically glances back at the persistent smoke column as he limps forward toward his escape.