Mike sat before the campfire, his stare blank and silent as he slowly rotated a spit over the flames. The suns were setting over his small outpost, casting long shadows and draping the surroundings in a subdued quiet. On the spit was the leg of a rabbit he had caught earlier, a creature that had swollen to the size of a man. The meat would last him for a while.
Tomorrow would mark the twenty-ninth day since the world changed. If Chloe or his
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