The Aftermath

The Nuclear War has finally reached its high point, and as far as I know, Drizzle and I are the last living humans.

Everywhere we look, burnt body parts are scattered around and there is the strong smell of burning flesh and singed hair in the air. We can barely make it three feet without stepping on something new and bloody.

The Aftermath of the war forces Drizzle and I to forge on alone, but the memories stay with us.