The Aftermath
You take a sip from your bottle and set it down on the ground. As always, the taste of the water is warm and bitter. You place another piece of wood into the campfire and let out a sigh of exhaustion. You would love to lay your head into the dirt and drift off into a deep sleep, but the fact that you are out in the open with a bright-lit fire prevents you from doing so. You take off your wrist-band and use it to tie your crimson red hair back. Ever since the bombs dropped, this has been your...