I keep a journal. Not because I think anyone will read it, but because if I don't write things down, I'm not sure I'll remember them at all.
My name is Clara Chen, and I am a doctor in a city that forgot how to heal itself. It is the third year after the New Flu, and New York is a skeleton picked clean by time and hunger. The streets are cracked, the buildings are hollow, and the people who remain are the ones who learned to be hard. I was not born hard. I was made hard, like steel quenched in cold water, and the scarring is visible...
0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 6 Visualizações 0 Anterior