Networking as a Survival Skill by K.C. in New York
The ground smolders with the charred remains scattered across once-green fields now turned black from cinders and dried blood. An electric pole lies on its side across an abandoned road, menacing with the occasional buzz and spark. Your home is gutted, shredded like a soft chunk of cheese. A stack of crisped tortillas lie uneaten on the hearth, abandoned in the chaos. The air is fowl and acrid though silence has now settled after the screams and destruction of the night before. You were lucky, though. Living on higher ground, you heard the mobs coming and you had time to …