I kicked a pebble down the pit of death. The Sun's little brother has emerged from the depths of caves, or at least- what is left of it. It's been ten days since the Blast. "Blossom!", called a slender man on the other side of the house, I just remembered I'm glued with the two other people that decided to stick around during the apocalypse.
Bonsai is the young professor of botany, who lived in my neighborhood. He attended Yale at age 13, graduating as the valedictorian. He's my age but he's pretty cool, I guess. He's a pretty timid person though, so I wouldn't count on him to have my back. He's in charge of the food that we're growing, the ones grown out of the seeds he forced me to plant because of his fear of "the end". Regardless of his wimpy personality, he's important to us.
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Float Like a Blossom
AdventureBlossom is ripped apart from the rest of society after meeting a cruel fate with a meteor predicted years before that would strike the Earth. The Earth's population is spread through floating islands that remain after the collision. A botanist and a...
