The Heart of the Dragon

I’m exposed. Waiting for Jamie to arrive distracts me from my usual vigilance. The Royal Standard Army contingent is in sight one hundred yards away from my location—too close for my safety. I dive into my hidey-hole as fast as the cat I named myself after. Now, I wait and pray they don’t see me in the dark cleft of rubble.

Who were these soldiers before the end? They don’t have names; they are numbered troops of the RSA. Nobody goes by their real names anymore, even us in the unwanted Remnant. Besides, who wants to be known as boring Martha Jones when nothing else exists?

No, plain old Martha Jones died when the atomic bomb hit Indonesia, and the cloud of doom drifted over the United States. I didn’t celebrate my birthday with friends that ill-fated day. Lucky thirteen—not so lucky that year. Kat emerged from the ashes and destruction to make a life all my own, unburdened by the past still haunting me.

Author's Note:

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