It was already almost noon and ridiculously hot, the way it only is in august, in that strange in-between space before the end of summer break. Lisa counted the ridges of the sidewalk that blurred past underneath the wheels of her skateboard, vaporwave leaking out of berry-pink headphones. She knew the path by heart, and didn't really bother snapping out of her midsummer reverie. Most of her friends were still vacationing somewhere, but at least that gave Lisa the time to fly through the suburbs, thinking up stories for the strangers that lived in the pastel houses and draw vibrant flowers and cute quotes on the blistering sidewalks. It was a simple pastime, but it was fun. At least more so than working at her aunt Dolly's shop. Everyone knew
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The power, however, was not doing what it should. It was that morning, as Lisa tried to call her parents, that she discovered that her phone also didn't work. This could be explained by the cellphone towers being down, she thought, but the display was empty as well. Strange.
Theories began to gather. An EMP? Who would do that? Spirits? Come on, there's no need to be superstitious! A huge prank? Impossible, Jestling is out of town.
If the group was restless last night, now they were panicked. Troops began to patrol the area for more people or suspicious trails, and a group of three was sewing a flag out of tablecloths for what they called "the surviving republic of diner"
Lisa joined the search teams, but found nothing interesting, though an idea nagged at her mind. There was a generator near the factory quarter, maybe something was wrong there? Lisa made a note to investigate if nothing changed before the evening.
As was to be expected, the evening came, and there were no development except for a growing paranoia about the apparently imminent zombie apocalypse. Grateful to get away from the loud group, Lisa packed a couple of grapes, some tools from the broom closet, and a notepad into her colorful backpack, and begun the trek towards the
The power, however, was not doing what it should. It was that morning, as Lisa tried to call her parents, that she discovered that her phone also didn't work. This could be explained by the cellphone towers being down, she thought, but the display was empty as well. Strange.
Theories began to gather. An EMP? Who would do that? Spirits? Come on, there's no need to be superstitious! A huge prank? Impossible, Jestling is out of town.
If the group was restless last night, now they were panicked. Troops began to patrol the area for more people or suspicious trails, and a group of three was sewing a flag out of tablecloths for what they called "the surviving republic of diner"
Lisa joined the search teams, but found nothing interesting, though an idea nagged at her mind. There was a generator near the factory quarter, maybe something was wrong there? Lisa made a note to investigate if nothing changed before the evening.
As was to be expected, the evening came, and there were no development except for a growing paranoia about the apparently imminent zombie apocalypse. Grateful to get away from the loud group, Lisa packed a couple of grapes, some tools from the broom closet, and a notepad into her colorful backpack, and begun the trek towards the