Cultists , Cannibals , Deranged Psychopaths , you name it this living hell has it. So it's nice to see a sane person once and a while , even with me being an anxious wreck when it comes to actually interacting with them. Sophia is her name , i learned through awkward small talk. She is just like me losing her parents at a young age , learning the basics to survival. We found ourselves entering a small town , the buildings stood eroded by fallout , debris covering the streets. Sophia and I begin to clear out the mutants that littered the streets and near by buildings. My dads old .357 Revolver its not the finest piece available but it gets the job done , plus the ammunition is very common to find whilst looting.
The pair of us found ourselves in a what feels like ancient building , just looting for anything really. That's when i found it , it looked pristine , untouched , a woodland survival knife. A perfect replacement for my old blade i lost to that group , way back. Sophia found a fair amount of ammunition for her old hunting rifle , it may be old but oh boy does it look intimidating.
The long day finally comes to an end , we both set up a campfire with some sticks and reasonably sized stones from the outskirts of town. before we got some sleep we stayed up sharing stories about our travels. I don't know what it is about this girl , i feel i can just relate to her so much , but i still have really bad anxiety most of the time with her. My eyes slowly drift close as a fall in to a slumber , next to the dying camp fire.
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Anxtarchy
AdventureFollow the life of an anxious 16 year old girl , in a post apocalyptic WW3 ridden world , through her everyday journeys to survive.
