The Beach
Thanks for this week's @galladrabbles prompt, @katicusdramaticus! How about an apocalyptic AU meet-cute...
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Day 1,227 of not seeing another human.
Ian skirts past the TOXIC signs on the shore of Lake Michigan. Kneels at the rust-red water. Takes a sample.
This far upshore, in this hidden alcove, maybe he’ll find something new, the right chemistry to purify the water, start life anew.
“The fuck you doing?”
Ian snaps around. He drops the beaker.
He’s met with the muzzle of a shotgun, attached to very real hands and a very real man’s body.
“Count of ten before I blow you off my beach. Explain yourself.”
Ian gulps. “I’m trying to save the world.”













