Monday, March 18, 2019

Excerpt Day 1

Cowan bent his knees to absorb the shock from touching the ground, his clothes that once fit him rippling across his now thin and wiry frame. Ever since the Dissolve (as he called it), everything had gone to hell. Then again, Texas was already probably Satan’s vacation home. Probably why I’m faring better than most. I’m used to hell, he thought with a chuckle.

The crimson rivers on the sidewalk continued slowly creeping towards the sewer, which would carry it to the Atlantic Desert. With the Dissolve, literally everything dissolved with the oceans–society, normal life, even some people’s humanity. Coastal people turned to finding new sources of sustenance before realizing people had blood flowing through their veins. The coast was the first to go barbaric, becoming a literal bloodbath before the few survivors became Drunk on the Red Rum flowing through others’ veins. The streets were licked clean before the Drunks moved further inland. Eventually they would come across long patches of land, the Dry Plains, in which no blood existed for them to drink and the freshwater streams were merely a trickle. Deep in the heart of the USA was the last city in the USA: United Dakota.

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