Chapter 16: Sally’s Diner
Harknew. Population: 3,928
I imagined rotting flesh inside the diner because of nuclear h*******t around us. My mind had always played tricks on me. I couldn’t imagine being sane. Never. Blackness outside the diner. Swirls of ash, dust, and human debris floating like clouds as the wind current blew from west to east. I smelled burning flesh: sour, like rubber, and meaty. New China all around me. A retired America outside the diner’s glass windows. Hell beyond the windows. A different world and life.
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“Kal, you’re drifting again.”
I sneered at Sander across the table.
“You in your apocalyptic world again?”
I nodded. “I can’t help it. It’s what I do.”
He shook his head, judging me, thinking me insane.
