Six months had passed since the day that crimson had left them; they had built three homes in that time. Pamela and the children had created a small farm where they were growing fruit and
vegetables from seeds that they had found on the boat and some from seeds they had gathered
from around their new home. They also had a communal area covered to give them shelter so they could eat together. They had built a memorial for all of those that had been taken from them, their family, friends and those they didn’t know. Life was going well for them it was peaceful and happy, the children could play free from danger but molly still had not spoken a word and Pamela didn’t think that she ever would. Jack and Kate had fallen in love and were now togetherand were raising the twins as their own, a romance between Clive and Pamela also was brewing. They had became one big family. Slowly animals were being spotted and it seemed the earth was thriving now it had been healed. Down on the beach the children were playing, molly was busy building a sandcastle while the others played in the water. The sandcastle was missing something and molly looked around and saw a beautiful shell not far away. Sitting thinking that it would look perfect on the top of the tower the shell floated up on its own and over to her. Landing in her open hand she smiled at her new gift.
In what was once Scotland another camp of survivors were rebuilding this time there were nineteen of them. in other places around the world survivors were starting over, submarines had surfaced and were catching up on what had happened from the people they came across. A new civilisation had begun and molly’s telekinesis was just the start of the new evolutionary changes
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