The Psychic Wakes (fiction of the apocalypse)

[faeapoclive]

Deep underground, in a Cold-War era bunker built by the US government and owned by the Shenera Endraae High Council, the psychic woke in the middle of the night.

She was younger than even the bunker around her, barely old enough to drink legally, and she was considered, at the moment, the most valuable person to the High Council - a Council made up of elders, many of them over a millennium old.

She did not know that; she didn't know where she was, or why she was there, or how she had come there. She knew that she was to say everything she Saw into a recorder, and she did this with quiet precision, even as her heart pounded as if trying to escape her chest.

"The sky opened," she told her recorder, not knowing that her entire suite was a recorder. "The moon was full, and the moonlight itself opened up into a doorway. I saw a foot - no, not a foot. It was a hoof."

She swallowed. This had been clearer than any of the other visions. "The hoof was big enough that it crushed the car. My car. I did not like that." She found her knees pulling up to her chest. "I would like to go home now."

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Comments

[clare_dragonfly]

Ooh. Is this Shira Pelletier or some other psychic?

[faeapoclive]

A different one; Shira Pelletier's older than the bunker by quite a bit. ;-)

[clare_dragonfly]

Good point!

[wispfox]

Aww. :(

[faeapoclive]

Awww. /agrees/