rained for forty years and forty days and nights, shopping malls submerged, the only thing entering them were the schools of fish, swimming down the isles of target and woolworth, the 7-11 inhabited by a family of crustaceans. i was living in my apartment on the 40th floor, we had quite a good space, some good tunes, some excellent reading materials and heaps of food we had stolen form a drifting ocean liner. sometimes my wife would throw a line out, over the balcony and catch a fish. i'd sometimes go out trading some thing for some grass. i liked my little luxuries.
news was scarce, trickles of information came to us, none was confirmed but eventually we gave up being interested. who cares that england and europe was underwater, who cared that the americas was un-populated due to some weird virus, who cared that the armies were attempting to restore order, we had our little community, me, the wife, some people across the hall and the few survivors holed up in their skyscrapers downtown. occasionally we would get together on the roof of the Haliburton corp building and have a party, drink some wines, smoke a joint and fish.
more often than not i spent days reading and cooking with athena. we would watch old dvds on the plasma and entertain ourselves with various games. i traded a box of canned beef for a beautiful 9mm. we had a cache of arms and strange weapons we had found in an underwater military base. athena and i tested most of them but they were a new breed of experimental weapons, intelligent weapons, it was nice to have a gun that didn't talk back. the 9mm became my fave. i took it everywhere.
nights we never went out, never left the apartment. it was to dangerous, nothing was illuminated, when it stopped raining though it was a full moon and we wandered out to the balcony to look at the water surface, and the strange scene of still glass like surface reflecting a gigantic moon. it was the first time we had ever known it not to rain.