There have been a lot of prowlers lately. Scavengers, buzzards, bandits, whatever you want to call them. I’ve been on the defense since they started coming around. They know I live here. In this demolished neighborhood. In the only standing house.
Some try to force their way in, but they didn’t know that I have a gun.
Sooner or later they got through me. I went out to gather supplies for the next week, canned foods, water, and ammo. I was on defense the whole time. My gun loaded and aimed, but I didn’t think there was anything of value in the house. I forgot about the necklace.
When I came back I surveyed the damage. Broken cabinets, torn up furnishings, drawers thrown everywhere, but I knew something was missing. My most prized possession. Something I forgot I left in the house. My mother’s necklace.
The only thing of hers that I had.
I ran out the house, gun loaded and ready to shoot.
Someone was going to die.
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