The sun is bright, harsh,
glaring off the stripped metal and shattered glass.
I venture out only during
the day. My sister, Shana, stays
behind.
She’s weak. Most of the people in my “village” are
weak.
Food is scarce.
Clean water a dream.
The creatures don’t come
out during the day, so myself and the other ones, the ones who adapted, are
free to forage.
At first there was
plenty, but now the stores have been picked clean.
Some have tried to
garden, with little success.
I risk the shell of the
city so that my sister can make it through another day.
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