Maggie clung to her crude raft as the water slowed. She was better able to look about her. Houses, buildings, trains, all were broken and brown. There were no more colors, no more feelings but cold. Her dress had been torn from her. Her underclothes hung in tatters from her miry body. Wreckage piled up against overturned buildings. Something bumped against her. She looked to see an old woman float by with her eyes wide open. She had no legs. Maggie shuddered. It was the end of her world. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn"t come. It was too much. No more. Let the water carry her where it would.
Voices grew louder. Voices. Maggie looked up to find she had drifted alongside one of the few buildings standing. Amid the rows of dark windows, people waved and called out to her. One of them
