The bad old times Postapocalyptic FSolo Masturb
Most people Sarah knew were constantly lamenting their fate since the collapse but for her everything had gotten a hundred times better. Eight hours less in front of desk, no idiot colleagues unless she teamed up with other scavengers who then where actually good at their job because if you weren't you didn't make it home.Today she was all alone though, just her trusted, rusted rifle and her backpack full of goods accompanying her on the long way home. She had spent a little too long setting...