Several miles are behind me as the landfill is finally in sight. The cliff’s edge looks like a nice place to rest before I climb down and cross the old highway to the piles, so I sit and let my feet dangle. I take a few swigs from an old canister in my backpack and stare at the empty road.
After a few more minutes, Molly looked at the time on the grandfather clock. She walked over to the door and stood with her hands folded. The music stopped, and everyone stood still, watching the door with smiles on their faces.
I stand under the only solar powered light that hasn’t died yet. My rendezvous with Perry always occurs at this spot but at random times and intervals. Otherwise, taker scouts might follow us.
They just sauntered up to the fence. They deployed no charm to coerce a following but waited, knowing their offer spoke for itself. “Should we go with them?”
Millions of people were dying of dehydration. Those who were fortunate enough to catch a rain shower faced attacks from those who had none. Water had become more valuable than money ever was.