The night deepened, the quiet punctuated only by the crackle of distant flames and the occasional murmur of neighbors passing by. Evie leaned against the side of her RV, shotgun resting within arm’s reach. The city was changing, unraveling in the absence of power and order.
And then came the looters.
The first sounds were distant—glass breaking, muffled shouts, a dog barking frantically.
Evie grabbed her shotgun, stepping into the middle of her driveway. She wasn’t hiding. Not tonight.
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21/01/2025