eileen waite
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The Girl
The sirens wailed, and again she broke into a run, scanning the skies for any sign of the deadly drones. She stumbled on a section of broken pavement protruding from the ground but managed to stay upright despite being off-balance. She was only a few steps from the shelter provided by an abandoned roadhouse she’d discovered just hours before. How long had she been on the run? Hours? Days? She had no idea. What she was clear about was what made her run. What she had witnessed had driven her into a wild panic. It had happened so quickly and it was over so quickly. Once the black cloud of drones had ascended back into the heavens, the carnage they left behind was grotesque. People, one by one, had begun dying in the streets.. All around , men, women children convulsing and gasping for breath, then bleeding from their eyes and noses until they strangled in their own fluids. Yes, she had begun running then…running in a blind stupor. For how long? How long ago was it? Why was she still alive? Who was sounding the sirens warning of impending disaster?
By eileen waite3 years ago in Futurism