I’d been a city dweller all my life. First Philly, then New York. Traffic, sirens, crowds: the metropolitan noise was never ending. Then, when the world ended, it got louder for a time, with the screaming, gunshots, fires, explosions. That was bad enough.
Then it fell silent. The fires died, the ammunition ran out, the survivors fled, me among them, into the darkness.
We’ve been out in the country for weeks now, behind walls and high fences, for the moment safe. But I can’t sleep, still. I need the noise. We need to find a safe place by a river…
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