Ficlets and Ficly survivor, FicMom, and Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision and Goddess of Unrequited Love. @ElshaHawk @HawkandYoung
The train station and my exit from it was all a blur. Signs, taxis, trucks, people in military uniform, all bustled, honked, and swerved off in a great hurry. With my suitcase handle gripped tightly, my feet wandered, senses overloaded, until I found myself before a place whose name felt like home, the Library.
The doors opened to welcome me, then closed behind me, shutting out the city noise. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
Computers lined the middle of the reference wing, but I needed to feel the weight of a few hundred pages bound in leather. The science section started with anatomy and ended with zoology. I pulled out a book at random and opened it.
"If you want to know about bacteria, you need “Introduction to Proteomics” by Liebler."
I jumped. A man pulled out a book and handed it to me. "Are you a librarian?"
"I'm an independent researcher. Librarians were cut years ago. Unnecessary."
"But how can we defeat the aliens without research?"
He slowly smiled. "I'm Harlan."
Comments (2 so far!)
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I love that this man is excited because this woman understands the need for knowledge in battle. Can't wait for a sequel!!
- #2133 Posted 2 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Finally, someone thinking outside the "line up and shoot each other" battle tactics!
- #2809 Posted 1 year ago
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