2. Contact

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"Awan? Awan?" Deon's voice woke her up. The sun was already creeping up she could see it breaking through the parts of the window that wasn't boarded up.

She smiled but the first string of words she said wasn't coherent. She licked her lips and started again.

"Am I hallucinating?" she chirped.

As far as Awan knew, everyone had a system placed inside of them to help communicate with family and friends. She remembered when her mother was discussing getting one with her grandmother. She explained it was similar to Facebook but inside your head. Awan didn't understand but it made her grandmother smile.

"No, you're not. I got mine to finally --" the last part of his words were jumbled. "Damn. Are you all well?"

"We've lost contact with parents three days ago."

"Three days? They left you ---" she couldn't tell if the words were eaten of if he had just stopped talking. She could hear movement and others talking in the distance so.

"They told us if they didn't return to head to you."

"That's insane. Dangerous, Awan. It's dangerous."

"I know but we're running out of supplies. Heck, we're running out of Bibles believe it or not."

She smiled hearing her brother laughing. "I didn't think that was possible."

"Where are you now?"

"Springs, Colorado. I think. It's about nine days, Awan. Nine days. Parents could be back --"

"Remember you're the rebellious one who hardly listened to parents."

"Yeah, none of my crap could get me killed."

"Deon, we could be killed here. I hear more gunfire than ever before. It makes me sick to think --"

"We'll start heading your way. I don't know how long this will still run. Save your energy. We'll start heading your way. Thank God you're still alive. Did you leave a note for parents so...."

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