Always Watching

Photo by George Kroeker on Unsplash

“Wait, shh,” Clay whispered, whipping his hand around to stop Mel. A faint buzzing drifted on the wind over rolling hills of dead land.

“Is it them?” Mel asked, her jaw clenching, face contorting.

Clay looked out into the distance, concentrating. “Yes. Hide!”

He grabbed Mel’s hand. They sprinted through lifeless trees and scorched earth, sliding under an embankment, out of sight just as a drone passed overhead.

Through panting breaths Mel said, “there will only be more of them the closer we get to the city.”

“Then we’ll have to be better.”

© Andie Ski 2019

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