A Good Old Fashioned Midwestern Apocalypse

A Good Old Fashioned Midwestern Apocalypse

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Teenager Pym is living in post apocalyptic, wasteland America. After a nuclear blast causing a nuclear winter in most of the country, and man made climate catastrophes ravaging the other bits, millions are dead, and North America is left splintered, no longer the global super power it once was. The landscape here is rife with monsters, deadly viruses and all the worst kinds of people. Told in a series of diary-esque entries with vague time stamps, follow Pym and her mangy companions on her journey across America, somehow worse than it is right now. note: updates will be largely sporadic, and most chapters will to start, be relatively short. Also all chapters take place in different periods of time in case it confuses you. Thank you and I hope you grow to love Pym as much as I do :)
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