It might seem odd, or perhaps not, but I found myself reminded of The War of The Worlds by this one. It was the way the community is being led by the college dean, rather than the guy with the acknowledged military experience. That made me thingk of Wells's narrator in War of the Worlds, and how, without the narrators leadership, The Artilleryman drifts into a sort of inertia.
I was also reminded, rather more obviously, of the assertion of every survival expert I ever heard of, which is that if any group of people are put in an extreme situation, one of two things happens. Either one strong, capable leader emerges and takes charge, or everybody's chances take a nosedive. Despite the humour, the truth of this piece was definitely its strongest suit.
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