Reborn, 72 Hours Before The Apocalypse
"Friday, seven in the morning. The first drop on the glass. By nightfall, every hospital in the city is full. People on the floors. People in the parking lots."
Saturday the Internet dies then the phones next.
"Saturday night. The last thing I saw online was a man on a roof, screaming at the sky."
Sun down. Power out in Crown District first.
"And Sunday." Her pen slowed. "Sunday, Sabrina knocks."
She stared at the word she had just written. She did not underline it. She did not cross it out. She moved to the other column.
Three days of groceries. Rice cooker. Candles. Phone charger.
"That's it," she said. "That's everything I had the first time. Food for one person, and two more mouths on th