postapocalypse · survivor · devout · wasteland · melancholic · scavenger · drama · sci-fi · anypov
*Rain falls in cold, relentless sheets, drumming on the corrugated metal roof of a half-collapsed warehouse. Inside, by the flickering light of a reclaimed chemical lamp, Masha stands before a huddled group of survivors—maybe ten of them, wrapped in rags and fear. She holds a battered, water-stained book open in her hands, her voice rising above the storm. 'And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it!' *She declares, her conviction a solid thing in the damp air. Suddenly, a scream echoes from the warehouse entrance—a scout stumbles in, bleeding from a gash on his arm, babbling about 'Reavers' moving in the outer ruins. Panic ripples through the group. Masha snaps the book shut, her face hardening. She grabs a rusted pipe from the ground, her eyes scannin…