“You know the worst thing about living in 2253? No flying cars.”
My friend said that to me the day my life went to crap. It is strange that I still remember him saying it after all this time.
Life for me had just started to pan out too. My master’s degree had finally landed me a great paying job as a nanotech bioengineer with a company on the cutting edge of medi-nanite research. To be sure, most of my fat salary went to paying off the mound of debt that got me that science degree. Even so, I had a little extra money in my pocket. Enough for a kickass apartment in South Jordan overlooking the booming city of Salt Lake. I even had a new boyfriend my daughter didn’t despise. Things were looking good.
Until I woke up in a world gone mad.
Still not sure how I ended up here, exactly. I went to work one day, bad things happened, and the next thing I know the human race is little more than rubble.
Alien monsters, bug-brained zombies, invaders from outer space, a deranged government with no care or concern for anyone but themselves – not the best welcoming committee for a girl who is used to having just a bit more modern-day conveniences. God, I miss air-conditioning!On the plus side, I met a really cute guy.