At first, the torrential downpours—flooding unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Whole chunks of highway become sinkholes. Travel is dangerous. An explosion in a roadside orchard. I join a group taking cover in a warehouse. Resources are scarce. Everyone becomes our enemy. I am spotted through a window. A little girl with brown hair done up as if for a wedding. “She is a decoy,” said the old man. And he shot her.