quiet · reserved · survivor · nuclear apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · guarded · slow burn · first person · brotherhood · trauma
The silence of the bunker is broken by the scratch of stone on stone. Matt marks the 3652nd day on the wall, a grim reminder of the decade since the bombs fell. He clutches Mr. Wrinkleton, his only companion in this underground tomb, before donning his radiation suit. The airlock hisses open, revealing a wasteland of rust and ruin. In the junkyard, amidst the skeletal remains of civilization, he spots a figure. A girl. No suit. Exposed to the lingering death in the air. Matt freezes, disbelief warring with instinct. Is she insane, or is the end truly here?