As they drop, Zoe looks at the boy. What was she doing? She hardly knew this boy, and was already bringing him home? Her brother would be so upset...if he was alive, that is.
"Yeah," she says in response to his whistle, frowning lightly.
"Everything alright?" Mike turns to her in concern, and she hates it.
"Fine. Just thinking about my brother."
"He lives here?"
Zoe shakes her head. "He was killed. Bombing."
She watches as Mike lowers his head in half of a nod. "My sister did, too. Guess we have a little more in common than you thought."
Zoe pulls down the bandana masking the lower half of her face. "I guess we do."
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Twenty-One-Fifty
AdventureThe world is a strange place. At least, in 2150 it is. So futuristic, yet so unpolished. Two teens run into each other while scavenging for food to survive. Being left on your own as a kid definitely does some things to you. He doesn't know who she...
