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apocalypse and the end of infrastructure

twenty-five years down the line, but still.

day 2

"Wanna go to the store?" she asked. She knew he couldn't hear her but it made her feel better to talk to him. "We're going to the store. If we're lucky, we'll see some more people."

Marya put Oscar's harness and leash back on and hustled him into her van. She'd bought the van four years ago when it became clear that if she wanted to be a drummer in other people's bands, and if she wanted to play gigs with those bands, she was entirely responsible for getting her drums there herself. The van was six years old then, which made it older than Oscar now, and it was an embarrassing metallic blue - at least she thought it was an embarrassing color - it couldn't be a nice respectable black? - but at least it didn't have a big-chested, big-haired, bear-riding, fur-bikini-wearing warrior princess painted on the side - but even with a row of seats retrofitted into it, it had enough room in the back for her drum kit and a six-pack of bottled water and even a couple of friends. And it could have been worse - her only choice could've been a VW bus.

Now she let Oscar in the front, climbed in the driver's side, and checked out the window to make sure there wasn't anyone or anything behind her, ( even though by all evidence there was no one and nothing left on the street. )

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