13
This night is one of the
darkest I can remember. I look around as I walk towards the pile of
rubble 80 and I sat on before, and I don’t spot the moon anywhere.
The wind is steadily blowing at my face, carrying the smoky smell
from the city. My eyes water and I rub them to get rid of the dry
sting.
80’s dark silhouette is
barely visible, but I see that there is someone sitting next to
him. I wonder if Cal already came out.
“Atom!” I hear a voice
shout from behind me. I turn to see Cal running towards me. He is
obviously not with 80.
“Hey.” I turn towards the
rubble as Cal falls into step with me.
“So you’re really friends
with a drone?” A hint of spite accompanies his words.
“He’s a good guy. You’ll
like him,” I say as I reach the rubble. We climb up to join 80 and
ano
