Shadows: Part One

Farraday City Bunker

By mid-morning the rain in Farraday City has increased in strength and in volume. It’s dry in the bunker, but it’s humid, and they can hear the rain pounding the ground above it. Everything feels wet, even though it isn’t.

“Coffee,” CB says.

He steps into the living area of the bunker carrying a small metal tray with three mugs. The mugs radiate heat, steam evaporating into the air.

Jenny sits on one end of a beat-up vinyl couch, wrapped tightly in a blanket, legs tucked up u...