Civilization was slipping further and further away.
The phone shattered against the pavement.
She was gone.
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Behind her, a twig snapped beneath the weight of a heavy boot.
She accepted a second cup of tea, never suspecting it wasn’t exhaustion that made her eyes so heavy with sleep.
The snake lay patiently in the grass, waiting to strike.
And then it hit him. He finally found the answer he was looking for.
The drone circled overhead, waiting to strike.