The rush usually started somewhere in the middle of a summer month and lasted for about a week. It changed every year, and some years it simply couldn’t be predicted no matter how many seers were put to the task, and such was the case with the Summer Rush of 2008.
Savannah had prepared. She had a strange job with unusual hours and even more unusual tasks, and often it was impossible to be prepared, but right there in the job description were the words, “Do your best to be prepared for every eventuality.” So she did. She had a first aid kit in her kitchen, bathroom, and car; she had three bags packed at any given moment for hot, cold, and mild weather; she had a will on file that she updated every so often; and she was locked in a special room the day after the rush started.
The room itself wasn’t very special. It was the spare room in her apartment, meant to be a second bedroom. There was a bed, anyway, but it was a simple one that Savannah often neglected to change the sheets of. There were windows that she covered with wooden, custom-made frames. There was a desk that was absolutely covered with butcher paper, markers, and enough food and water to last her the week, if she remembered to eat.
So, yeah. Writing. Look at that.
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