Regardless of day-to-day levels of personal happiness for us survivors, this is a fact: structures that once protected us from each other and from our environment no longer remain in the favorable condition they were prior to the Apocalypse. Some institutions and pieces of physical infrastructure have wobbled; others have collapsed entirely.
One badly weakened institution is the police force. If I want to rid myself of my fear of Beefcake—Henry, I guess his name really is—I will have to do it alone. Or with the help of the two seventy-somethings in my life: my father and my boyfriend.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.