“I know the potheads didn’t make it out alive,” Topher grumbled to himself. “Some hippie has to have a stash somewhere.”
They did, however, find a huge cache of Adderall and Ritalin, Prozac, and Zoloft, as well as an inordinate amount of Cialis and Viagra. More importantly, they found a single round of antibiotics. One round. At least one of them wouldn’t have to worry about getting an infection.
Gradually it all began to make sense. The end struck so fast and in so many different ways that nobody had time to react. Most people were drowned or burned or swallowed up almost immediately, and those who didn’t find immediate shelter afterward were eaten during the ensuing CZA. Desperate men wiped out the rest. Nobody had time to eat or fire a gun. Nobody had any time to do anything other tha
