Helen Krieger
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Harper's Ferry
The randomly scheduled sirens began sounding around 2am and we headed to the basement to await the “all clear” which usually meant we’d be down there at least 4 hours. As we huddled together on the old couch that once was part of our Livingroom set we tried to close our eyes and go back to sleep, but for me it was impossible. My mind was racing with worry because I wasn’t sure when I’d get another chance to slip into the old fort which had been locked. A poster with “no trespassing” was plastered across the boarded front door like all non-essential buildings in the village since the Nuclear EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) had crippled America’s electronics on a massive scale including the power grid, phone, internet lines and every other electronic infrastructure. So, I was going “old school” in order to look for information which could be the key to discovering the origin of the old locket I’d found.
By Helen Krieger3 years ago in Fiction