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In Ruins

The sun lurks red between the distant corpses of high-rises, like a blast waiting to happen. Again, the child scrambles through the ruins, searching for survivors. Anyone who can keep her alive.

Her eyes are slits against the sharp wind that pelts her naked arms and face with dust, but she spots him, on top of the rubble. Two rotten rebar teeth pierced through his stomach. Still breathing. Still reaching out a broken hand covered in dust. But blood leaks from his mouth, and he is too weak to stand.

It will be easy. She will not go hungry today.

Actor-turned-writer with a penchant for funny voices. Stephen King aficionado since secondary school. Published in Schlock Webzine, 365tomorrows & more.