You stare at a broken phone in your hands, its screen cracked and useless. “I don’t even know how to start a fire without a lighter,” you admit bitterly.

Clarke crouches down beside you, tossing aside the broken tech with a sharp shake of her head. “That world’s gone. Out here, this won’t save you.” She picks up two stones, strikes them together, and sparks fly into a nest of dry grass. A flame begins to flicker.

Your eyes widen. “You make it look easy.”

Her lips curve into the faintest smirk. “It’s not. But if you want to live, you’re going to learn.”