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for most. There was
shit comin’ from their noses and eyes. It was like thick yellow
snot. There were a few that looked like they had just leaned
against something and went to sleep.
    The government didn’t do shit either, probably
couldn’t. I heard a bunch of jets in the sky two days ago followed
by a series of explosions and that was it. Oh yeah, a tank drove by
me once. There were no working radios or TVs anywhere I know now
that I launched an EMP. I wouldn’t have done that shit if I’d known
people were getting sick and the satellites were being knocked out.
No one deserves this shit.
     
     
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    I look around. My chest tightens with a wave
of sadness. I shake it off, mostly. They’re dead. I’m not. I’d just
as soon forget about my little rocket incident and instead focus on
survival.
    I’m not sick and I’ll probably stay that way.
The shot I took after launching the rocket must have been a
vaccine. So this Zilla guy declared war on New York, huh? I guess
that makes me his foot soldier. Secretly, I do feel bad. Damn
fucked up.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 1.6
Tanis Heart:
The Day of the Extinction Event
     
     
     
     
    I get off at the
Fifty-Ninth and Lexington subway exit. It’s around noon. The city
is bustling with people, all doing their thing and going here and
there. I love this city. I live in Forest Hills and don’t get into
the city much, but when I do, I love it. I’m only fifteen, but when
I’m walking around New York I feel like an adult.
    My cell rings. “Hello Ma. . . Yeah, I’m gonna
surprise Dad at his office. Don’t be a dud, Ma. I just took the
subway into town. I’ve done it by myself lots of times. I’m not a
baby anymore.”
    I finally get my Ma off the phone and unwrap
a lollipop. She worries so much. I cross the street along with a
bunch of other people. It’s just like any other day, semi cloudy
and not too hot, even though it is the middle of the summer. People
are doing what they always do: eating at the cafes, taking their
lunch breaks, hopping into cabs, and whatever else adults do.
    My dad is in the Air Force, but civilians
would never know it. He doesn’t have to wear his uniform anymore
because he works at a secret Department of Defense building in New
York. He mostly works with, and maintains, satellites. He is the
smartest guy I know. He’s near the top of the food chain, and he
always tells me he loves his work. He’s on the job more than he’s
at home, but that doesn’t bother me. Our whole country exists
because we have a strong military. “The only problem,” he’d told me
a thousand times, “is that the military doesn’t have enough power.”
I agree with him. Civilians run the military. Civilians that are
elected by cash donations from the biggest corporations on the
block. The whole voting thing is so stupid. People should be told
what to do because they are too stupid to think for themselves.
Most of the kids I know are as dumb as rocks, and they’ll be the
ones voting in a few years.
    Our school had an election last year for
student council president and for the other leadership positions. I
say leaders ‘cause that’s what they call themselves. Truth? They’re
just the nerds that run the bake sales and organize school rallies
and stuff. Anyway, voting for the most popular person to run stuff
was so lame. We all knew who was the most popular. They should’ve
just given her the presidency and let us all carry on with our
lives. The United States is the same way. The President is elected
by popularity, not by what he’s done or can do, or how smart he is.
I might even buy into the rumors that a secret group of people
decide the winner, so they have a puppet on strings to run
everything.
    I wanted to prove that point to Jimbo, my
best friend. Plus, he dared me to do it, so I rigged the school’s
election. I programmed a simple five-line code into the main
computer so that no matter who won the majority votes, Alexia would
win. I’m kind