The rain hadn't stopped in forty days. Not that I was counting. When you live in a world where the rain falls like bullets and each drop could crack your skull, time becomes a luxury you can't afford.
My name is Jack Malloy. I was a federal agent once. Before the Scorching, before the Great Forgetting, before everything became what it is now. I don't talk about that much. The whiskey helps, but only until it doesn't. The Ark had been sitting in the desert for thirty years. Thirty years of sand and sun and silence. I found it by accident—or maybe not accident. Maybe the desert wanted me to...
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