'Sanct-U-Iry' is another novel I am working on it's kind of post shift story of a woman and the ancestral home she turns into a home and sanctuary for hundreds of people when the grid collapses.
SANCT-U-IRY
By Martha Gipsiecrone Bowman
Part 1
prologue
I dream I'm standing on a mountain looking at a house far below me.The scene is so peaceful it could have been pulled directly from a Norman Rockwell card but I feel uneasy like something's wrong. "LOOK AGAIN!" commands a voice inside my head. The scene changes before my eyes and the nightmare begins. I am shown a road leading from some distant city clogged with abandoned automobiles and hundreds of walking skeletons. The people look half starved and sick, with eyes that are dead and void of any hope. They walk endlessly putting one foot wearily in front of the other as the city behind them is consumed in flames. I can taste the smoke and I choke on the stench of rotting flesh and despair. Covering my ears to block the tortured wailing of the human ribbon I find myself floating above the ravaged landscape to other places where everywhere the story is the same until I can't bare it. "IT HAS BEGUN." a voice whispers and I wake with tears streaming down my cheeks.
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