Father of All
In a post-apocalyptic world, a young girl tries to get her father to safety.
As Kori dragged her father up an exit ramp and into the city, she noticed the silence. It wasn’t the same ominous silence that had followed them on the journey here. Rather, it was a peaceful silence, occasionally punctuated by the call of a bird or the chirp of a cricket. They had made it.
A sigh escaped her lips as she sat down on the curb and stared in wonder at the skyline. It was a broken, dark skyline, the product of a brutal attack. But the Visitors weren’t here anymore. They had left after they ripped out what they needed. They had left the city hollow.
She heard her father stir within the makeshift gurney she had made him out of a coffin and some skateboards. It wasn’t pretty, but it was functional. Father had always taken pride in her ingenuity, a trait that had helped him survive thus far. The coffin lid opened up, and Father sat up like a vampire from the old movies he used to watch. Kori giggled. Through all of this, the two of them had still managed to keep a sense of humor.
“You did it, kiddo!” Father grinned and pulled her in close to him. “Thank you.”
As Kori pulled away, her hair became tangled in the chain around Father’s neck. She quickly separated the two with nimble…
