Desolate

Lonely.
When the apocalypse hit, that was what sue felt. Her whole family was dead, killed in a bomb dropped onto the U.S.

It was a lonely existence, especially for a 15 year old. She was a short girl, average weight, with curly dirty blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, and blue glasses.

She couldn't wield any weapons. Even if she could, where would she find ammo? Some people could use slingshots, bows, throwing knives, swords, axes, and some guns. Nope. All she had weapon-wise was her head, a backpack with all the food she had found a week before in an abandoned gas station, and anything else she came across.

In her base, which was the ruins of an old grey minivan that reminded her of her mom's old car, she had her prized possessions: her books. All the Harry Potters, every Rick Riordan book, Divergent, Hunger Games, and a good amount of the classics. When she was bored, she would read; disappear into another world and pretend everything was back before the drops. Back when she had a home, a family, some friends, and her only worry was turning in homework on time.

Now, she'd give anything to get that back.

One day, she hung out in the back of her base and resorted her books. She also had kept a few other possessions. Her mom's engagement and wedding rings, as well as her dad's wedding ring. She grabbed a lot of their old pictures, most of her and her older sister.

She had just finished sorting her stuff when she heard a noise outside. She dropped down, out of sight underneath the broken car window.

"Come on, there's gotta be food around here somewhere..." a voice called, a desperate girl's voice.

"Red, there's nothing here, let's keep moving..."

She didn't peek until their footsteps had almost disappeared. It had been a group of two guys, a blonde and a brunette, and one redheaded girl. She almost called out to them. But she didn't.

Even before, she had never been very talkative to new people. She liked her space and her tiny group of friends just fine. It was worse now because it was pretty much impossible to tell a real ally from someone who's gonna rob you and kill you in your sleep. She had adjusted to being alone.

Was it a sad existence? Yes. Could she find better anywhere else? No.

This was the way it was. No one trusted anyone. You kept to yourself. You took anything you found in order to survive. And that was her plan.

No matter what, she would survive until the government gained some control and could help people gather and reform cities. It was a dream, and a very unrealistic one at that, but it was what kept her going.

And as she gazed out onto the barren landscape, and the rundown buildings and crushed cars, she could think of only one word to describe her new home.

Desolate.

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