In the last hour this queue has ground to a halt.
Tried using my phone to find out what the delay is but the Internet is still unavailable. Not surprising really considering what’s at stake.
A whisper came down the line suggesting the gate may have closed. But if that was true I’m sure the soldiers would have dispersed us.
I’m still hopeful of a place in the government approved bunker. But they will have to get a move on, this rain is turning more toxic by the minute.
Another hour and it will start burning our clothes and skin.
100-word story for Friday Fictioneers
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