Ravaged Land - A Post-Apocalyptic Novel

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pretty far into her depression again, worse than before and showed no emotion whatsoever, no matter how much Dean tried. Ryan, no surprise there, was skeptical. He told us it would probably change back, only giving a small glance to Sienna, maybe wishing he could take the words back. He advised everyone not to get excited until we saw a puddle of water on top of us. And even then he wasn’t sure.
    I was up bright and early the next morning to check again, and this time what I saw was almost frightening. It was impossible. Almost all the snow had melted, a deep pond sat above us. How could all of the snow melt that fast? And it continued to melt throughout the night? What was the temperature out there? I didn’t know what I was going to tell the others, so I decided I’d show them.
     
     
    * * *
     
     
    Later that day, everyone had been busy in other rooms which gave me an opportunity to quick check the cameras again. I flicked them on. The sun was shining and parts of the ground showed signs of drying. There wasn’t any grass on the ground and what remained of trees was just rough, worn down stumps. The only vegetation that remained was brown, dried up shrubs. The pond above us was a buffet of mud, dirt, crusty dried dirt, scattered dead plants and sticks all illuminated by a beautiful, bright glowing sun.
    I wished I had a way to check the temperature. My fingers clicked the remote surfing through the channels looking to see if any of the TV stations were back up and broadcasting. As I suspected, there was nothing. I’m sure most, if not all forms of communication were gone, or at least temporarily under construction. I pulled out the radio and zipped through the stations, but everything was fuzz as usual. As I was putting the radio away, Owen and Seth stomped like zombies into the living room. I had left the TV on but wasn’t sure if they had even glanced at it.
    “Just checking the cameras,” I said. I quickly flicked it off figuring I’d wait for everyone so I wouldn’t have to show it multiple times. “Where is everyone else?”
    “Ryan’s in the sho—”
    “Thank God,” Seth muttered cutting Owen off.
    I smiled.
    “Dean and Sienna are talking or should I say Dean’s trying to reanimate her, bring her back to the land of the living. They should have stocked this place with antidepressants,” Owen said crossing his arms in front of his chest.
    “No one probably anticipated anyone being down here this long,” Seth suggested.
    “Um… OK… I can’t wait. I’m too excited. You guys really have to see this,” I said, pushing them towards the TV too anxious to wait for the others. I flicked it back on enthusiastically pointing at the screen. Things looked to be even drier than they had when I first checked only a short time ago. It was like all the water was just being sucked out of the earth with a giant wet-vac.
    “Holy shit,” Owen said clapping his hand against his mouth. He folded himself in half leaning forward staring in disbelief.
    Seth turned on me, “You’ve known about this? How long? Why haven’t you told us?” He clearly wasn’t too happy with me.
    “Only a few days… I just wanted to make sure it was for real this time,” I explained and it was the truth. “After it had stopped the second time, no one really seemed interested… so I just kept watch and then this happened. This is good though.”
    “A few days? That’s not possible!” Seth shook his head, he was probably trying to think back to the last time they had checked the cameras, and the ground was still covered in snow. It really hadn’t been that long. And it really was that unbelievable.
    “I know it seems totally insane, right? That’s why I didn’t say anything. I’m still not sure I even believe it. At the rate things are drying up, we can try to get out of here in what? A day or two?” My face was contorted with confusion in my eyes and my mouth with a big silly grin. Even though I didn’t understand

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