tincanhead
"You're not nearly as clever as you think you are, y'know. But you do look good holding a rifle."
"And you're not nearly as harmless as you pretend to be. Which is why I'm still sticking around."
The world ended sometime in the '40s. No one knows how.
Now there's only rot, ruin, and the occasional flesh-eater.
Barely eighteen, too young to be a mother figure, too old to keep pretending it'll all be fine, Phoebe has a bratty little brother to protect and a dress that won't stay clean. She's just trying to make it to tomorrow.
Then he shows up-older, armed, and American.
Roger's a quiet man with sharp edges and a rifle he actually knows how to use. He won't say much about where he came from.
All she knows is, he's still breathing-and that counts for something.
(Expiremental)