Jenny’s memories were loud and colourful. Present-day New York City was enveloped in a dark cloud of smog.
“This place is a dump,” Mark345 said.
“Humans are long gone. Why is it still polluted?” Jenny said.
“Beats me, princess.”
Something snarled in the shadows.
“Run!” Mark345 screamed.
A monster made of garbage devoured Mark345’s head.
Jenny didn’t waste time crying; Mark345’s death meant Mark346’s awakening. She wouldn’t have to miss him.
But she didn’t want to die.
She didn’t know if the clones were really her or just her memories.
I don’t want to…oh God, no!
The seal broke on Jenny135.