My friends think seeing the future is a gift. I could get the answers to any test or win the lottery. But they don’t understand. There is no future. Not one they’d want to live in anyway.
Bodies rotting to nothing in the streets.Humans on the brink of survival. The wilderness eating away at what used to be my hometown. A shadow organization rounding up children. Bands of warring tribes. And let’s not forget the modifieds – the zombie-like remains of what used to be the human race. All I care about now is how to stop it from happening.
The only thing is, the more time I spend in the future, the less I want to erase it. Saving the world might break my heart… I’d be erasing a face, a smile, that I never want to forget.
This is ++Part One++ of Prescient, a dystopian time-travel based on the Oracle of Delphi.
