Rinsing the acidic flavor out of my mouth, I drew my hair into a ponytail. With the black strands out of my pale face I looked less like a ghost. All I wanted was to sleep away the torturous truth. To go back to the freedom where I could rampage barefoot down the street, Catherine's hand in mine. Out of reach of the dragging chains of reality. (Robyn pictured above)
I paused. Through the crack of a nearby door a woman spoke with a tone as sharp as the edge of a knife.
"I'm pushing the operation forward."
"Ebony, we've only just begun administering the serum. We can't guarantee widespread control!"
"The rebellion is aware. If we don't act now we'll miss our chance."
"The numbers are in our favour; this is our best chance to send them out."
I leaned closer in anticipation.
"I can attach the controller today, if you like?"
"Good, prepare them. I'll be back soon."
They must have been discussing the virus! The rebellion must be the snagglers! If this was true, I would soon be able to see Cat!
With my head clear I wandered through the corridors. My thoughts somehow found their way back to Vesta. I didn't know why but there was something about him that made me feel vulnerable and exposed yet strong and complete. Entering the cabin, I drifted to my bed. I was exhausted. Pushing the sheets aside, I fell asleep before my head could touch the pillow.
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Flooding Aldham (A Dystopian Short Story)
Teen FictionAfter 99% of the world is covered in water, the dystopian city of Aldham is created. Robyn lives in the Grey-terrain with her younger sister Cat. One day when they miss the lockdown they are chased by a band of snagglers. Robyn sacrifices herself fo...
