In this small group of survivors, in this terrible world, rests us.
Me, The young adult who was born in these forsaken times. Terrace, a farmer who barely made it out. Venison, a cook that we met while trekking in this wasteland. Pick, a mare who used to be in some mining company, and was the first to encounter whatever creatures brought the world to silence.
Lastly, we had Cell. Poor girl, she was only ten when we found her. She'd been born in some shed in the
middle of nowhere. We stumbled upon her as she was weeping for her parents, who were dead.

I'm sure we've all lost things dear to us.