I’m writing this… on a computer. For most of my life, that would be so mundane and so obvious that it’d be idiotic to even mention it. But now, I honestly never thought I’d see a blinking cursor ever again. Overhead, there are fluorescent lights. A breeze is blowing from an air conditioner. In the deepest bowels of this hole they ironically call ”The Tower,” I’m living my old life. Except I’m faced with what the true price of getting that life back would be. The people that live down here – the protectors of The Tower’s secrets – count Grace Beaumont among them, the woman Ben told me to find way back when I was just leaving our cul-de-sac. I can’t even process everything that’s happened since then, not even the stuff that’s happened in the last two weeks. Because all this time, we’ve been working to get the lights back on, but now Grace is telling me about the horror story the world could turn into if Rachel flips the switch. I just can’t see how the world could get much worse, but once you start talking about the oxygen in the atmosphere igniting… Continue reading →