I trudge through the desolation, the landscape barren. But for a few swamp like trees and mud. It swishes under my boots. I keep walking, mile after mile, I'm used to this. Just walking, finding the next shelter, the next meal. The mud, slowly turns to dirt. A few footprints in tracked in it. I frown. I will stay cautious. A few more feet and there is a slight clearing, I hear some ragged breathing. Probably Scabs, Another step, that's when I see her. No oxygen mask, lips are turning purple
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