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Riley Reneau thought she heard a sound. She pulled her pistol before edging around the corner. It was silent. There had been nothing. For years now, she could never be too sure. When she was ten, the lights went out in the city one night and never came back on. In the following weeks, she had watched as raiders abducted men, women, and boys in the streets, from her perch on the 11th floor condo where she had been raised by her single mom and her older brother.
"Stay here," her mother said one dark, silent night, after the raiding parties had seemed to have left. Water and food had been scarce, lasting only a couple of weeks, and her mother had decided something had to be found. It was the last time the children saw her. Days passed and then weeks, and her brother, four years older, determined to raise her as best he could, until he could get her out of the building, then out of the city to a safe place near the shore. Before they could leave the city, he joined the two of them with a group from the neighborhood, all people they knew, with children her age. One night, three of the men and her brother went into the old entertainment district, now a husk of darkness that nobody traveled, hoping to find supplies they might use long enough to bug out of the city and into the wilderness, where they would camp before pulling up stakes and heading West. Only the three men returned, having known the value of a teen girl and wanting to eliminate the obstacle between she and them. Since that day, Riley was in danger, and she fled the larger group, taking up residence in the abandoned building in which she now observed the fires in the trash cans on the streets below.
"Who's there?" She called, to nothing in particular, hoping nobody would respond. She thought she heard the steps of someone's feet in the stairwell, and she crept toward the doorway to the stairs, kicking it open to find nobody. She holstered her weapon before backing into the hallway, telling herself it was all in her mind. She gasped as a cat dropped from the railing of the overhanging balcony on the floor above, and hustled down the hallway into the nigh. Riley caught her breath and waited for the adrenaline to go away. It was now, when it was dark and she was alone, that she missed her brother. That she missed everyone. When she was eighteen, her brother had whisked her out, in the dark of night, along the alleys and corridors of the city, leading to the darkest edge of the burned out metropolis, to hide until they could find safety. It was there that she found herself once again, wondering where she could go before the old tribe from which she ran found her. She feared what they might do. She wasn't stupid. She knew what they could use her for. She knew her value to them as well. And despite that, her survival, at least as she knew it, was not ever certain.
Now, Riley walked quietly down the corridor, the burned out building crumbling as she cleared every floor, as she did every night, making sure it was empty and safe, before she could go to bed. Her current plan was to do this again, only for a few more nights, until the storms came, and the clouds darkened the city even more. She would leave then...seeking a different life, a free life, near the coastal towns in California. But her plan exploded in an eruption of rifle fire and a single explosion that silenced everything and shook the ground beneath her feet. She braced against the wall as she soon heard footsteps clapping through the hallway. She pointed her gun a second before her eyes grew wide at the man who had just exploded into her world. Her eyes caught his and she broke into a grin, recognizing him immediately.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, still training her weapon on him, hoping she wouldn't need to use it. "And how did you find me?"
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"Stay here," her mother said one dark, silent night, after the raiding parties had seemed to have left. Water and food had been scarce, lasting only a couple of weeks, and her mother had decided something had to be found. It was the last time the children saw her. Days passed and then weeks, and her brother, four years older, determined to raise her as best he could, until he could get her out of the building, then out of the city to a safe place near the shore. Before they could leave the city, he joined the two of them with a group from the neighborhood, all people they knew, with children her age. One night, three of the men and her brother went into the old entertainment district, now a husk of darkness that nobody traveled, hoping to find supplies they might use long enough to bug out of the city and into the wilderness, where they would camp before pulling up stakes and heading West. Only the three men returned, having known the value of a teen girl and wanting to eliminate the obstacle between she and them. Since that day, Riley was in danger, and she fled the larger group, taking up residence in the abandoned building in which she now observed the fires in the trash cans on the streets below.
"Who's there?" She called, to nothing in particular, hoping nobody would respond. She thought she heard the steps of someone's feet in the stairwell, and she crept toward the doorway to the stairs, kicking it open to find nobody. She holstered her weapon before backing into the hallway, telling herself it was all in her mind. She gasped as a cat dropped from the railing of the overhanging balcony on the floor above, and hustled down the hallway into the nigh. Riley caught her breath and waited for the adrenaline to go away. It was now, when it was dark and she was alone, that she missed her brother. That she missed everyone. When she was eighteen, her brother had whisked her out, in the dark of night, along the alleys and corridors of the city, leading to the darkest edge of the burned out metropolis, to hide until they could find safety. It was there that she found herself once again, wondering where she could go before the old tribe from which she ran found her. She feared what they might do. She wasn't stupid. She knew what they could use her for. She knew her value to them as well. And despite that, her survival, at least as she knew it, was not ever certain.
Now, Riley walked quietly down the corridor, the burned out building crumbling as she cleared every floor, as she did every night, making sure it was empty and safe, before she could go to bed. Her current plan was to do this again, only for a few more nights, until the storms came, and the clouds darkened the city even more. She would leave then...seeking a different life, a free life, near the coastal towns in California. But her plan exploded in an eruption of rifle fire and a single explosion that silenced everything and shook the ground beneath her feet. She braced against the wall as she soon heard footsteps clapping through the hallway. She pointed her gun a second before her eyes grew wide at the man who had just exploded into her world. Her eyes caught his and she broke into a grin, recognizing him immediately.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, still training her weapon on him, hoping she wouldn't need to use it. "And how did you find me?"
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