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Zenia
I turn my back from the open window, the wind caring the scent of decay with it, and nuzzle deeper into the blankets. I'm to scared to sleep, yet, too scared to stay awake.
The wind not only carries the scent of the thousands of dead but also the screams. They're the only real sound now. No birds. No chattering of people. And definitely no honking or beeping. Not anymore. Not since The Fall.
I still remember the days before the world fell apart. The constant beeping of the hover-cars in the early morning, checking my flat-trans screen for the latest news, and then rushing out the housing unit to school.
But the day of The Fall, it was just. . . An ordinary day. I mean, now that I think about it, we should have known that something was off. We're the generation of hover-mobiles and Tec surges. How could a simple virus cause the down fall of our empire?
"What was I suppose to do? I'm just a kid." I mumble to no one, as I flip onto my other side.
Another day in this "utopia" . . .