#MenageMonday, week 46


Jennifer pulled the CRV into the driveway and turned off the engine. As had become habit lately, she looked out the window, scanning the skies before opening the door. Nothing. She still had a few more minutes.

Walking around to the tailgate, she raised it up and was reaching in to grab the plastic bags when a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. It wasn’t coming from above, but rather from across the street, her neighbor Bernice peeking out from her boarded up (but apparently not nailed shut) windows. Jennifer felt that same pang of regret she did every day coming home, stocking up her underground shelter. She knew Bernice would never survive, not shielded by plywood, duct tape, and prayers, but there was only so many lives one room could support, and she’d only be condemning everyone in there to a slow death.

Sighing, she grabbed the last bundle of Diet Dew, closed the door, and went down the stairs. Behind her, she could her Bernice screaming. “They’re here!” Resisting the urge to see what the invasion ships looked like, Jennifer ran down the steps and hit the autolock. Time to get this apocalypse started.


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