Moonshine
Bostick, Kat
When I started college in Seattle, I expected that I would change. What I didn't expect was that I would change into someone starving, filthy, and prone to sleeping tangled in blackberry bushes to protect myself from predators of the animal and human variety.
No one knows why the lights went out. One minute there was Instagram and ice cream and the next, nothing. Black. Darkness absolute.
There was power rumored in the east, settlements wi...