POV: You’re a Watchtower Guard in the Zombie Apocalypse

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They assigned me tower 4. No ceremony, no welcome speech, just a folded map, a worn rifle, and a nod toward the stairs. I climbed 87 metal rungs before my knees stopped feeling real. When I reached the top, the wind hit me, sharp, carrying ash and rot. smelled like the outside was still burning. Seven years since the world turned inside out, and it... Read More