Cora Cameron

Missing

You’re the key to my heart. That’s what they said, and then they were gone. Nothing left, but a heart shaped locket. You would think in a world that constantly watches you, you can’t go missing. In Fort Arcadia, walls tower around the city and extend skyward to enclose everything within; to the average eye, the skies are limitless, but only those who know otherwise can see the faint outlines of the dome’s panel-screens overhead, replicating normality before the era of humanity collapsed. At least that’s what I have heard. The System tells us that the walls are for our safety, that nothing gets in; we are constantly reminded of the toxic organisms that grew and mutated as the world quickly died around us, resources dwindling on the daily. The Domes keep the Earth’s destruction outside, and no one leaves.