LexieHill82
The world didn't end all at once. It crumbled slowly-through screams, silence, and the weight of too many goodbyes. I lost my children, most of my family, and I lost who I used to be.
Now, I move through the ruins of what was, carving a path through the dead and the dangerous, trying to protect what little is left. Every choice I make, every life I take-it leaves a mark. But I keep going, because I have to. Because someone has to.
I don't know if redemption exists anymore, or if safety is anything more than a memory. But I know this: we carry each other through the dark, one broken piece at a time. And somehow, even now... we survive.