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Joined: September 8, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 165 NaNoWriMo buddies: 14
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Synopsis: Someday Before Tomorrow
She was 24 years old, with a degree in I-went-to-college, living at home in her parents’ fallout shelter basement, working as a temp. She had milk chocolate brown skin, medium length dark brown hair kept in an array of messy curls, average height and average weight. She fit the mold almost exactly. Logic Lewis, the height of nobodyness.
Then came the accidental apocalypse.
Logic is alive and well, having the luxury of a bomb shelter.
Preacher is now not only stuck in the wastelands but also fighting to stay alive.
The Prophet and The Warlord can't be left alone without violence breaking out.
Kehn still has to go to work in the morning.
Pasha is still dreaming big.
And by the way, how and why does Eron keep calling?
Excerpt: Someday Before Tomorrow
“Is it still the end of the world, everyone’s still dead?” She asked from under the covers.
“Yes and yes.” The robot answered.
Logic pulled the covers off of her face, opened her eyes and turned her head towards the 14 inch autonomous robot perched on her desk beside her bed.
“Your cellular phone keeps crying about something,” he held the phone in her direction until she took it. Logic looked at the screen on her beeping mobile phone. Who would still be alive to be calling her? She dialed up her voicemail to check the message. Eron’s voice came through and he sounded uncharacteristically frantic:
“Logic, its Eron. I’m just checking in on you. Do me a favor and call me back, or have someone from your family give me a call. I, ah, need your help. Thanks and Take care,” He sounded much less casual than his words.
Logic checked the delivery time of the message. Apparently it was sent two weeks from now. Technology was awesome sometimes. So, it was possible that Eron was alive and trying to contact her, this was a message she never received or he was actually contacting her from the future.
No harm in wishful thinking. She scrolled through her call log and hit send when she got to his name, “The mobile customer you are trying to reach is currently out of range. If you would like to leave a message please wait for the tone,” a computerized version of a female’s voice informed her.
As she waited for the tone, Logic put a smile on her face, hoping it would come through as she turned on her best telephone voice, “Hey Eron, its Logic, returning your call. You need help? … Tag. Call me back, leave details,” She sighed, ended the call and put the phone away.
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