I’ve jumped ahead a bit this week. Our protagonist has most of her memory back – though lacks a name still – and is about to take a look at what the world has become.
He steps to the side to allow me access. I look out into a world I don’t recognize, though I doubt if I can trust my memory to be accurate. For all I know this is the world I lived in, the before, before me. I shake my head at my own thoughts trying to dislodge a truth. The world I remember was green, full of life and teaming with people. This place is darkness and death covered in a blanket of debris and dust.
There’s no one to be seen, not a single soul decorates the side walks. No mothers pushing strollers, no children bobbing in and out of the seas of people even though large building complexes prove this to have been a busy area. Piles of cars and twisted metal like a morbid play ground litter the roads.
My hand moves to my mouth as I stare in shock.
“How long did I live in that pod?” I ask the air.
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