You, Your Cat and, The Wasteland

2274, after the bombs dropped the world has been a shell. Although most have hope for a new, there's hard ships that everyone must go through for the better. Whatever somebodys view of a "better" is.

You've recently lost your tribe to group of raiders, representing a bigger nation that you were never aware of. Leaving the only thing you have left of your past life, is your cat.

Walking towards an old rest stop, your cat scurries along with you. Tail up high, alert for if anyone is nearby.

As both wander, your cat feels a vibration far from the building. The feeling of walking. You've been recently watching your cats behavior more, relying on them to show you the dangers that one human simply cannot sense.

The night comes by, you lay on a poorly made tarp bed. Dispite this, you take comfort of your cat laying directly on your face, being quite an annoyance but, as its deep purrs and vulnerability settles in, it makes you feel happy that your cat can take comfort in you still. Even in such a tough world.

Drawing your pistol at the strangers, your bullets fly through their flesh. While some barrel down at you, trying to close the gap between them and you. You quickly try to shoot them down, understanding that, although they're closer, you're still in more danger than if simply shot from afar.