H.M. Ortiz

Freaky Elon

FREAKY ELON By: H.M. Ortiz PART 1 – DOG FOOD Is ten a.m. and my alarm keeps snoozing and all I can think of it’s her. I wonder if she made it, I really hope she did I thought to myself while I scratched another mark on the bottom of the bunk bed above me. So far is been three weeks. Still feels like it happened yesterday. The air is now starting to clear out; we can at least see some sunlight however we must still wear these stupid gas masks, so annoying…