A geographical boundary that said, We give up. The storms can have it. No more rebuilding and no more reconstruction. The declaration came after several years of catastrophic hurricanes and a climate shift suggested that there was an infinite trail of storms to come and the Line said we give up. During those 613 days, there had been no letup in the consistency and ferocity of the storms. Recent months had seen a turn for the worse, something few thought possible. Those that decided to stay had decided to stay at their own risk. There was no law. No service. No offering. No protection. Residents had been given a month’s notice that the Line was coming and a mandatory evacuation order had been decreed and help was offered until the deadline and then you were on your own if you stayed behind. The Line had been drawn and everything below was considered primitive until the hurricanes stopped and no one knew if that day was ever coming. Left to itself, the region below the Line had become like some untamed natural world of an undiscovered land.
