THE DIRTY BOMB
In daylight, the neighbourhood looks perfectly normal, like nothing had happened.
When the bombs hit, the power went out. People panicked. Our neighbourhood went all to hell. Literally.
We’re the only ones left.
We’re not from around here. We’re aliens, but our neighbours never knew, even though the kids gave Marie a hard time at school, calling her a “Vampire” because of her pale skin. Called her weird.
We liked them anyway and meant them no harm.
They did this on their own.
They invented a “Dirty Bomb”, killed each other off and left their structures intact.
Talk about weird!