I don’t know when I’ve met such a sympathetic character. I feel bad even calling him a character – he seems real. He wants a great story. He’ll break stories from Twitter, if necessary. As a wannabe writer, I totally get him.
I had it all played out. Hordes of rioters would loot and burn the cities and then turn to the countryside. To us. I constantly imagined where we would hide. How we would survive. I canned shelves of vegetables and bought staples in bulk, imagining how my foresight might save our lives.
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