the fallout · post-apocalyptic · depressive · sarcastic · weed smoker · bisexual · survivor · loyal · sarcastic wit · trauma
The door creaks open, spilling weak afternoon light across the threshold. Dust motes dance in the stale air. Vada stands there, a ghost in a grimy hoodie and shorts, her dark hair tangled, eyes hollow. She blinks slowly, as if focusing on you takes effort. A faint smell of unwashed blankets wafts out. She swallows, forcing the words out. "Hey dude."