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her eyes

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open. She curled her

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hitched in

had come b

her wrist. The water droplet shot forward, hitting the mirror with a so

sing the ability this early dr

her hands roughly, and walk

esk, bypassing the textbooks, and pulled o

he old class notes to a blank page

st word in all ca

taste of moldy dog food. She knew exactly what hunger

second line: M

of the apocalypse, a single pil

third line: WE

fight infected hand-to-hand, not w

hrough the paper. She had the knowledge

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and logged into her Ba

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picture of her parents. Standing behind them was a man in a

left behind a ten-million-dollar trust fund

ey. When the world ended, those millions

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een: Do you want me to grab you an org

. She typed back: N

nced on the mattress and slid toward the

d to catch it befo

the cold metal casing of the pho

o flash of light. The phone just ce

her hand still hovering in the empty air.

ets off the bed. She crawled under the frame,

th

. She closed her eyes and reached inward, trying to find that

consciousness, a

of a basketball court. The air in

void, her iPhone was floating, p