‘The drone said nothing as the man shouted over to his colleague. He’d found a small package nestled deep in the rucksack, a bundle that revealed itself to be the remains of an ancient baby blanket. The man with the handgun paid it barely any attention, holding aloft instead the bottles of antibiotics that had been carefully wrapped inside; to Joy it was the blanket she couldn’t take her eyes off, the only thing she had that hadn’t been stolen from a drone delivery. She felt the air h...| IZ Digital
‘She had made a promise to survive, and a pointless journey away from her food wasn’t going to help her do that. But now she thought of it, had he really told her to survive? The moment had been burned in her memory for so long, the thought that she could have misremembered it seemed ridiculous. But now she thought of it, hadn’t he made her promise to do something else. Hadn’t he told her she had to live?’ // ‘Joy’, a story by Dale Smith with art by Martin Hanford| IZ Digital