I used to be a government employee.
We were fighting from within. We saw how the malevolence was using the ignorance.
It was our biggest meeting yet when the tornado alarm went off.
“Were we expecting weather today?”
“That time of year.”
The tunnels below the Complex were used as shelter. I was afraid of being trapped down there but security never usually closed the doors. There were more this time, our eyes never met, and my heart dropped when the doors bolted.
I used to be…
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Samantha Rusk
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Great job ❤️💯📝❗