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Then came hell.

The train lurched. Kael grabbed the rim of the hopper car and held on. Wind screamed past, thick with smoke and the sour smell of the river burning somewhere to the west. He had no food. No water. One canteen half-full and tasting of rust. A pistol with three bullets. A photograph of his sister, Mira, who’d taken the family car two weeks ago heading east. “Find ZIP,” she’d said. “Find me.”

Kael’s heart slammed against his ribs. He ran after them, waving his arms, shouting until his throat bled. The convoy didn’t stop. Maybe they didn’t see him. Maybe they didn’t care. He chased them for half a mile before they vanished around a bend, leaving only exhaust and the smell of diesel. hell or high water as cities burn zip

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He tucked the photo back into his chest pocket and started walking. Then came hell

Ahead, the sky was darker. Not from night—from more fire. Another city burning. Toledo? Columbus? He couldn’t tell anymore. They all burned the same.

Three days later, he reached the edge of West Virginia. The mountains had saved this part, maybe—less to burn, fewer people to riot. But the sky was still wrong, a jaundiced yellow that made his eyes ache. He slept in a church basement with a dozen other refugees, none of them speaking, all of them smelling of smoke and fear. In the night, a baby cried for an hour. Then stopped. No one asked why. Wind screamed past, thick with smoke and the

He hadn’t found her yet.