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First, she was aware of the bitter mélange of blood and dust on her tongue. Then the weight of broken sheetrock on top of her.
When she dug her way out from under the collapsed ceiling, she realized her pack was missing.
“God damn it.” There went a week’s worth of scavenging. The depot store, well hidden by half an overpass and a copse of trees, had been a gold mine. She doubted anyone had set foot inside it since the world went to hell.
That doubt led her to break her only real rule: Be paranoid. (You’ll live longer.)
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For Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge. (This week’s word is “unconscious.”)