After all, no one survives the end of the world alone. The longer I look, the more I begin to see the man behind the harsh words and unkempt beard.Īs reluctant as he is to keep me, Joshua just might need me. At a glance, he seems to be nothing more than an off-kilter backwoods prepper with a grudge against humanity. It’s hard to earn his trust and even harder to keep it. With a cabin, a farm, and a lifetime of survival skills, Joshua was the perfect companion for the apocalypse. Death was on my heel when I landed at the feet of an unwilling savior. That hope was quickly snuffed out, leaving me all alone in the world. I fled the west coast with a small group, chasing a sliver of hope. There was power rumored in the east, settlements with wind energy that were still thriving amidst the chaos. One minute there was Instagram and ice cream and the next, nothing. What I didn’t expect was that I would change into someone starving, filthy, and prone to sleeping tangled in blackberry bushes to protect myself from predators of the animal and human variety. When I started college in Seattle, I expected that I would change.
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