“What do you know about normal, kid? You weren"t even a thought pre-storm.” He sneered and rolled his eyes. The kid couldn’t remember, but he did. All that mattered back then was going to school and playing with other kids. He was ten when the explosions happened. The sky turned white and pieces of rubble fell everywhere. It stayed blinding white for a few days. Then it went dark.
“I know enough. I’ve read books and seen pictures. I know what it was like.” Miami crossed her arms.
Hendrix frowned but said nothing more as they walked on. Life before the storm was a sensitive topic for Hendrix. Spending all that time alone gave a man too much opportunity to yearn for the simpler times.
The air started to thin out as the day grew longer. As the sun goes down, the trees produce even less
