There were a lot of downsides to the nuclear apocalypse, but missing what had been was the worst. Or, that's what Percy found in writing from time to time. But an eighteen-ish-year-old wouldn't be able to recall what was seventy years ago, and his mom wouldn't be able to, either. So he was left reading what was left about the Before Times.
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There was always hope for the blueberries, however. People talked about how they'd be able to grow food again soon. They talked about how to, where to, when to. Maybe blueberries would be on the list of what to grow. And if they weren't, he'd damn well riot to change their minds.
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The world wasn't much, and that's why Percy liked to explore. But science was coming back, as the whispers said, and people were disappearing. When his mother is among them, Percy wastes no time in trying to track a trail that had been accumulating for years.
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Mari should have read the terms and conditions.
Seriously. She should have noped out the second that Oak started talking about gods and monsters. But she wasn't very good at making sensible life choices, and that wasn't going to change any time soon.
Maybe if she had, things would have been different. She would have been spared the trauma and the heartache, and would be living a nice, normal, and more importantly safe life somewhere sunny. But Mari wasn't normal. And she didn't have time to dwell on 'what ifs'. She was a little preoccupied fighting for her life and stuff.