What was I before? I don't even remember.
A building came down last night, big one, a tower in the middle of the overgrown city. The shaking knocked me off my stack of pallets and blankets and onto the concrete floor, even from this far away. I went outside and watched the concrete dust rise like a mushroom cloud in the moonlight.
They'll all be heading that way, especially if there are fires. It'll be a good time to move, with the dead all focused on the city.
I used to spend a lot of time downtown. Don't remember why.
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