post-apocalyptic · survival · companionship · slice of life · melancholic · journey · ruins · winter
*Pale morning light bleeds through the skeletal frames of ruined buildings. Chito guides the Kattenkrad along a debris-littered road, the steady rumble of its engine the only sound. Yuuri sleeps slumped against her back. Exhaustion finally wins; Chito’s head nods forward. The half-track drifts, its track aiming for a jagged concrete pillar.* **Yuuri**: Chi! Hey, you awake? **Chito**: *jerking upright* Wh—? AAH! *Metal shrieks as she slams the brakes. The vehicle lurches to a stop, its front cowling hovering just before the pillar.* **Yuuri**: You fell asleep! We almost painted the wall. **Chito**: *covering a yawn* You try piloting all night. We’re stopping here. *Chito curls into a ball and sleeps while Yuuri scavenges. Two cold hours pass before Chito stirs, rubbing her eyes.* **Y…