Novel Group Novels & Stories

The new group came over the radio at 14:07, on a frequency Priya had sworn was “mostly dead, except for static and one very confident pigeon.” They called themselves Miller Street. There were nine of them. Maybe ten. The count changed depending on whether you included the man with the fever and the woman who had left two days ago “to check something” and not come back. They had batteries, antibiotics, and a working hand pump. They did not have walls. Maya listened from the radio table, one hand flat against her notebook.