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They've survived the Apocalypse. Capital-A, Day of Judgement, fire and flooding and wrath of God, the End of the World came and went and somehow, as far as Harper can see, everything's fine.
Which doesn't make sense, really, even if their Apocalypse wasn't quite Biblical, because the End of the World means, simply, that the world is supposed to end, permanent, not the sort of thing you can recover from, and, come to think of it, she's not even sure how she knows it was the Apocalypse - but she does, so she won't debate it, since, she figures, it's related to the way she can see things like that, not quite psychic but something like it. Either way, monsters, real, scary monsters, ones like she couldn't have imagine (and yet she has to have, because they weren't Bible-monsters, and, somehow, she can't shake the feeling that this is all still a hallucination or she's really gone off the deep end and it's just in her head) have come and gone and things are, for a given value of the word, back to normal.
Normal's not something she has too much experience, but, she's decided, if everyone else can do it, she can, too, or at least she can try. Which is why she's gone outside to the playground, because if anything can distract you from the fact that the world ended but everyone's still around, it's that; and, old as she may be for this sort of thing, she perches herself on a swing, knees tucked to her chest, a crooked sort of smile on her face as she rocks gently forward and back. None of this makes any sense, sure, but even if it's all in her head, the least she can do is try to ignore that.
Which doesn't make sense, really, even if their Apocalypse wasn't quite Biblical, because the End of the World means, simply, that the world is supposed to end, permanent, not the sort of thing you can recover from, and, come to think of it, she's not even sure how she knows it was the Apocalypse - but she does, so she won't debate it, since, she figures, it's related to the way she can see things like that, not quite psychic but something like it. Either way, monsters, real, scary monsters, ones like she couldn't have imagine (and yet she has to have, because they weren't Bible-monsters, and, somehow, she can't shake the feeling that this is all still a hallucination or she's really gone off the deep end and it's just in her head) have come and gone and things are, for a given value of the word, back to normal.
Normal's not something she has too much experience, but, she's decided, if everyone else can do it, she can, too, or at least she can try. Which is why she's gone outside to the playground, because if anything can distract you from the fact that the world ended but everyone's still around, it's that; and, old as she may be for this sort of thing, she perches herself on a swing, knees tucked to her chest, a crooked sort of smile on her face as she rocks gently forward and back. None of this makes any sense, sure, but even if it's all in her head, the least she can do is try to ignore that.