For a while, all I did was drive. Kay was my only companion and we travelled together. We got to London and left London. We'd spend hours together just driving. I always made sure the tank was completely full of fuel. Always.
My wound got bad for a while, it got infected. I managed to keep some salt from a nearby shop. I mixed it with water to make salt water and dabbed the solution onto my cut every few hours. Within a few days, it stopped oozing the weird liquid like it was before.
After a while, it healed. Finally. The wound was troublesome and painful. It was constantly throbbing so when it finally healed properly, I was ecstatic. It had been very deep. After it healed, a large scar was left in its place. Running from below my elbow to my wrist. I use a smaller knife now, so if it ever happens again, it's not as serious. Although, there's not much need for a knife, the way I live.
Soon though, something had to go wrong. We were making our way back south, towards the schools direction, when the car began to fail. I thought we had longer. But it died within the hour. It rolled to a stop next to some woods. The car was dead.
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Science FictionOphelia's a survivor, at least that's what everyone else says. She's lived through nearly eighteen years of hell. A rough childhood has taught her many things. But most of all, how to push people away. When the world effectively ends, Ophelia band...
