posted on Aug, 28 2020 @ 07:44 PM
Campfire tales have ceased long ago. Now we just talk about survival.
Pushed out from the city by rioter zombies and lack of food. Living in a small cave; eating whatever we can kill and forage.
Our numbers have dwindled; down to only two of us now from a number of 15 at the beginning.
The campfire is now a chore, necessity, and potentially will be a death sentence if the wrong people locate us by seeing or smelling the smoke.
The two of us left are 15 and 13, and just want our old life back.