Chapter 4 - Magnetotactic Bacteria
Plymouth, Ma
December 22nd 2111
5 a.m.
A very good and close friend, Lawrence Gillmor.
Amber closed her journal and smiled. They hadn't met in months. He had said it would be dangerous and their contacts should be as few as possible. But his research was crucial and well worth the risk. If his bunker had indeed been broken into, though, she wasn't sure about that anymore.
In Plymouth, the situation, already serious at the time of the Fanfins' first appearance, had increasingly worsened and was now almost out of control. But, perhaps, that was just an old lady point of view. Anyway, poverty was spreading and anyone caught by the patrol squads during curfew was executed on the spot: it had become an every day occurrence.
Poor souls. They most likely
