She looked around quickly, to see if anything had been taken. There weren’t many people left above ground, but Sara knew there were a few stragglers left behind, clinging to the past just like herself. The abandoned home was an oddity—not a single broken window, no busted doors, and everything seemed intact. Inside, dust covered […]
A few words, a sketch of a face, some silver, and that’s all it takes for someone to die in these wild parts. You know part of my story already, don’t you?