heavenward | n.scatorccio

The town of Wiskayok was uneventful, to say the least. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone, and gossip spread faster than wildfire. High school drama. PTA meetings. Life was quiet, predictable-some would even call it boring.The first sign that something was wrong came with the silence. The truckers passing through on Route 17 stopped showing up at the diner. Cell service, always spotty, became nonexistent. Soon, the radio was nothing but static.Julianna always told herself that if it came to the end of the world, she'd put a gun in her mouth and pull the trigger. No hesitation. Her life hadn't been worth living for years. Not when the days dragged on, shapeless and dull.No one ever really understood her, not her parents, not her classmates, and certainly not the friends she pretended to have. She had long since stopped believing in the idea of a better tomorrow. The apocalypse would just be the perfect excuse to check out early.But when the dead came, Julianna hesitated.Something she hadn't anticipated happened. Something that held her back from pulling the trigger of her father's rusted Colt revolver.That something was a bleach blonde named Natalie Scatorccio.