Memoirs of a Twenty-Something Post-Apocalyptic Scavenger
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  • Reads 147
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 4m
Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2017
Mature
When the world ends, what are you going to do?

I sure as shit don't know. Neither does our girl, Amelia. 

🧟‍♀️Amelia's Hobbies

▫️Avoiding the living much more than dead

▫️Fighting for survival

▫️Dreaming of snacks

♥️Likes-

▫️Stores that have not yet been pilfered

▫️Clean underwear

🚫Dislikes-  

▫️Climbing fences

🌈🧸♥️

Hello, I'm a novice writer! I'm trying my best here, but please let me know if you have any suggestions or comments.
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