It was another day of scavenging for resources to keep me alive. I was still getting used to surviving like this. I grew up a little bit spoiled since I was pretty privileged for someone in the apocalypse. It wasn’t anything like this where I had to scrounge for food and shelter. Some days I had to use my unnatural strength to get out of some serious situations. I guess that’s the perk of lifting my hair to show the people what I’m hiding. Honestly, it’s been the apocalypse for so long, you’d think people would gain a tolerance for the horrific stuff we see and do.

This house was abandoned for all I care, but by the looks of the empty cans and messy sleeping bag, it seemed someone was staying here, did they leave in a hurry? Who knows? I didn’t care though, I just needed to find some food and get out of here before I get myself into trouble. Super strength and intimidation can’t fight against a bullet. I’m daring, but I’m not stupid… then I heard the popping sound of a gun behind me. Yep, I’m dead.

“Heeyyyy… listen, we can talk this out.”