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A Post-Apocalyptic #Truth
The blond man scrubbed at his face and sighed. Then he looked back at the petite brunette woman sitting in his living room. “You realize what this will do, right?”
“Set off a storm the likes of which this world has never seen. I get it, Lucas.” Her steady green eyes held his.
He finally looked away. “I’m not sure I can be a part of this. Sara, you’re talking about ending the fragile government we’ve been able to create since the EMP Wars.”
Sara surged to her feet. “And I’m supposed to ignore the rampant abuses of power? Look around, Lucas! Too many people are starving to death, dying of diseases we should be curing with ease, or freezing in the crazy weather the government caused.”
“But to expose all that?”
Sara pulled the tattered jacket tighter around her. “Yes, Lucas. The survivors need to understand how much the government is lying to them, is using them to stay in power.”
Lucas threw up his hands. “And you’ve seen the body farms?”
“Yes. I’ve seen it, and no it’s not the Matrix-style farm from those films last century. They keep the people in cages, forced to continue moving all the time. They’re going so far as to capture the heat energy from their prisoners. And they’re sharing none of it.”
He studied Sara’s calm demeanor, the conviction in her body. “You’re sure?”
“Shit. Fine, I’m in. But we need to gather every underground cell we can find across the country. This will be a storm of epic proportions when it hits. And they’ll try to silence us for it.”
“I know.” Sara’s calm steadied Lucas’s nerves.
“I’ll put the call out. We meet next week.”
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