Cyndia Romulus
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The dust kicked up a little and I, with my partner, used the device they were given to count the number of persons in the concrete box we presume is an office. There were very few buildings left. The parts that stood were shifted and molded into other items of use. This block box? This must have been a part of a small dry cleaners. The racks were still present. Nothing is as it was but you could make out a thing or two. It had been nearly seven years since the time of drought and ruin. Nearly seventeen years since the world warred over biological weapons and people whose DNA fit enough to create super soldiers or marvelous monsters. There were actually men and women who depended on the exchange of gases only experienced under water. Yes, we have mer-folk around now.
By Cyndia Romulus3 years ago in Fiction