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Joy to the New World

Without people, without society there is no more electricity, no running water, no humanity, no noise — just an unnatural silence that heightens one’s suspicion of noise — suspicion almost made me kill Frank the night he broke in, now we exist together by moving between abandoned homes; we haven’t encountered any other life for months although today we stumbled across what appeared to be a dead animal in the city, it was large and brown and lay between the wreckage of cars on the road, but then it moved fast — this means we’re not alone, although judging by its size, I think it’s better if we were. 207 more words

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jmwwriting reblogged this on jmwwriting and commented:

Apocalyptic future where you're permanently stuck in Christmas? Is that really a bad thing? Really good, tight writing here, as is the usually the case with David K. Nice!