Social Distancing Police (SDP) had their ways of finding us: cell signals; surveillance cams and drones; infrared heat signals. The Elites funded the SDP. Survivors were hunted as if lives depended on it – which they did.
Some of us Mutts carried immunity – discerned through (fatal) brain collection and biopsy analysis.
The right brains had eluded them. The Elites were dying. They needed the cure.
We hid in plain sight, climbing up through the hollow iron column from the abandoned subway.
We scavenged at night to eat.
We prayed one wouldn’t be found — until they were all gone.
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