Mary Jane sat in the corner of the shelter, alone and staring at the floor. It had only been about a month since the bomb had dropped, about 28 days, but still… not much of anyone was in very good shape at this point.

She was the only one in the shelter, oddly. The shelves were stocked with soup cans and water, thankfully, and the rest of her family must’ve been on an exposition or something similar. Sizable, glowing cockroaches skittered about the room, but Mary Jane was mostly unbothered.