She was looking forward to her junior year of high school, obsessing about prom, getting her driver’s license and maybe even meeting her first boyfriend, but September finds her on the run, from the bombings, from looters and much, much worse.
No more homecoming.
No more homeroom.
No more home.
Some are praying for the lights to come back on, but others are embracing the New World Order, living for today and taking what they need, but mostly, what they want. But some are fighting back. Her new friends have put together a search party for the missing children, hoping, that in the end, it will become a rescue party.
Others are just praying the kids are still human.