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Pike Place Market, and flooded inland across the scene of the battle at Seatac, taking more than a million burned corpses with it. The Space Needle was rocked from its foundations, spun sideways in the angry waters and blasted further inland.  
    Although much of the fortress had relocated away from Seatac and further inland to consolidate supply routes, the remaining humans gathered together at the runways had been overcome before they knew what was upon them. Dozens of planes were destroyed and, as the quake continued, the runways were torn asunder, rendered unusable for the distant future, as the materials needed to repair them were unobtainable in this, the new world.
    Further south, the foothills of the Coastal range met this giant and they failed. Water poured around the edges and through shallow valleys, concentrating the raw force of the surge and pushing the wave up the Columbia River valley. Portland was washed into the rivers that split the Emerald City through its core. Soil and foundations, already loosened by the earthquake underneath crumbling buildings, rushing into the water. Sky scrapers fell in the surging floods, entire city blocks disappearing.  
    In San Francisco, the wave crested beneath the Golden Gate Bridge, slamming against its worn supports with such force that its decrepit wires finally tore free, sending its platforms and cables to the ocean below.  
    Giant redwoods swirled in the tumultuous churn, and buildings that had once dominated a bustling skyline succumbed to the dual torture of the earthquake and the tsunami, disintegrating into cement and metal debris. Alcatraz saw the sunset of its last days before becoming a part of the ocean’s depths.
    The wave continued down the coast—from as far north as Vancouver, to as far south as Mexico. Cities disappeared. The Golden Gate Bridge toppled into the bay beneath, leaving only tall red spires standing lonely in the middle of a vast new bay. Redwoods toppled beneath the ocean’s wrath; the sturdy agricultural backbone of California’s verdant valleys filled with seawater.  
    American geography as it was known ceased to exist. A new map had been created from the ashes of the old world, and those who had survived this, the second apocalypse of the new age, had more to look forward to.
    From space, the vast destruction was inconceivable. Even amidst a world in which nuclear weapons and fallen, the damage wrought by the shifting of the continents was unimaginable. Had anyone been alive to view the satellite photos or to Tweet pictures from the international space station, the world would have groaned in awe. As it was, the single dead astronaut, who had long since perished from a lack of food, saw nothing of the world’s collapse from his floating crypt, as he floated gently above the ruined nation.

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    “Sir, please speak into the clown’s mouth.”  
    Her voice was infused with a frustrating amount of static, but I didn’t care. I knew what I wanted.
    “Triple cheeseburger, large fry, and a huge ass chocolate milkshake, please.”  
    The order popped up on the screen and I sighed in contentment. The smell of greasy food washed over me as I inhaled.  
    “That’ll be seven bullets and a case of penicillin. Please move up to the second window.”  
    Her nasally voice was dissonant now, and I frowned.  
    Bullets? Drugs?
    Whatever. I was starving.
    The overweight woman in the striped shirt looked at me with the deep eyes of the soul-deprived as she leaned out, the bag already clear with oil stains. I could see the yellow cheese leaking from the wrappers. A french fry stuck out of the top of the bag, begging to be eaten.
    I reached for the food, mouth watering.
    “Mike!”
    No. Shut up, you horrible thing! I needs the meat! I craves it!
    “Mike!”
    The drool had puddled underneath my mouth and I shook my head in disorientation.
    “Wake up! We need to get out of here, now!”
    Kate’s voice pierced the dream and I shot up, or