The Aftermath

You take a sip from your bottle and set it down on the ground. As always, the taste of the water is warm and bitter. You place another piece of wood into the campfire and let out a sigh of exhaustion. You would love to lay your head into the dirt and drift off into a deep sleep, but the fact that you are out in the open with a bright-lit fire prevents you from doing so. You take off your wrist-band and use it to tie your crimson red hair back.

Ever since the bombs dropped, this has been your daily routine; Scavenge for food, kill predators, search for shelter, then rest until daylight. You don't trust strangers which is why you decide to travel alone, you father always told you to trust oneself more than others. You rub at your eyes struggling to keep them open and let out a soft yawn. The world around you fades to a blur, and before you know it, everything becomes black.