The end of the world usually isn't very pretty. Screaming, terror, and death seem to be the apocalypse's constant companions.
But then again, my life before the end of the world was pretty shitty anyways. All that changed was the scenery.
My first steps into the Commonwealth and out of the freezer I slept in are wobbly and unsure. Weak. My muscles ache with disuse, and my head spins from the effort it took just to emerge from my sardine can. The sunlight probably doesn't help.
The next few days are spent hanging around the Vault, camping out in metal trailers and stripping skeletons until I find a pair of army fatigues that mostly fit - just a bit too loose around the stomach, but that's fine. I can't bear to willingly venture
backinto the meat locker, but I'm not ready to leave it just yet.
It's a hard adjustment at first. I'm almost always hungry, my back aches from moving all day - there's nothing else to do but prepare and scavenge as far as I feel safe - and I've never had worse sunburns... But I almost feel invigorated by the change.
Ihaven't decided if it's better or worse... But at least it's different.
I wonder vaguely if I'm the last human alive.
AN: Lol sorry so this is just a quick lil' bite before I go to sleep, I'll likely expand it later, but maybe not. Don't have any hopes for this story. I'm serious, I drop stories like marbles from a pocket with a hole in it.
Edit: Lol I just found this story and I literally don't remember writing it at all XD