Fourteen days since the bomb which wiped out everything on the surface. Fourteen days since the end of the world. Fourteen days of hope.
It had been in these two weeks that we tried to rebuild ourselves from the ground up, taking only what we needed from the bunkers. We had a good amount of livestock and it was almost harvesting season, and so our campaign began. Joey tapped me on the shoulder.
"Dana, we finished digging the first well." I sighed, ready to get this over with. If there was any infection in the well, we would have to close it up. But water can't last forever, can it?
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Snap Terror
HorrorFlash fiction and short stories that are kind of almost-horror, ya know? Fair warning, they can be kind of creepy sometimes (if I do say so myself), so just . . . proceed with caution.
