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Kosmicki: Final dash to the mussels
This is the final column in a three-part series. In the previous two, set in post-apocalyptic Hollister, a mad dash ensues for the last plentiful water and food source on earth. To reach San Justo Reservoir, home of world ruler Mollusk Face, I must cross Hollister’s ravaged roads and outrun its maniacal drivers. To this point, heading east on Hillcrest Road toward the bypass, I’ve survived toxins from the city’s poisoned Dump Lake; a wading pool-deep, pothole-induced rollover; crazed van and pickup drivers; condors picking at my lifeless body; and a wild pig attack.
Kosmicki: Mad driver on Hollister roads
It is A.D. 2022 in Hollister, Calif., three months into the apocalypse.
