Neha stared at her phone. No signal. No Wi-Fi. No battery icon—just a flat, dead glass mirror reflecting her own panicked face.
Their journey would take them through abandoned highways, flooded tunnels, and forests where other survivors had already turned feral. But the real enemy wasn’t nature—it was the silence. Without digital noise, people had to remember how to trust, how to read the stars, how to listen.
The black screen flickers. Then—static. Then nothing.
Here’s a short story based on that idea: Survive
“This isn’t a power cut,” she whispered.
Outside her Mumbai high-rise, cars had stopped mid-road. Screams rose from the streets. A plane tilted silently over the western suburbs before nosediving into the sea.