San Francisco, California – Volume 1.3

Gina turned the faucet on quickly. A slight, dry, cough of air came out, then nothing. She looked around the kitchen at the containers. Every bottle, vase, tub, bowl, cup she had unpacked were filled with water.

“Ok, all the containers in the fridge are filled, everything out here is filled, the tub is most of the way filled. I have 3 cases of bottled water in the pantry. What am i forgetting? I could-”

Something thumped softly against her apartment door. She had made the mistake of looking through the now taped over peephole the first night, she wouldn’t repeat that. Seeing the distorted peep hole version of her new neighbors devouring what looked like pieces of the night doorman wasn’t something she needed to see an encore of.

Take the big promotion in San Fran her sister had said. It will be good for you to get away from New York, Kris, her best friend had said. So she had taken it.

Moved 3 days before the Apocalypse. Great timing. Guess i dont have to worry about starting the new job. Ha. Silver-lining in everything. Dont mind that everyone you know or love is probably dead. Oh not again

She sobbed quietly for a few minutes and wiped her eyes with the edge of her t-shirt.

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