The Future

New Elysium

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

The sound is as rhythmic as a heartbeat, providing the harmony of this moment as the sun rises in the east.

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

Lifting my free hand up, I slam my fist against the door frame of the townhouse and listen to it shudder.

Answer the door, Chloe.

I know you can hear me.

Let me in.

Beyond this flimsy barrier, I know she’s in there, listening to the thud...