"Chief, we already disposed of the lurkers outside the camp." A man with a huge scar on his face said while walking towards the girl whom he has called 'Chief'.
The girl nodded her head and silently puffed the smoke from her cigarette. The first time she tried smoking, she choked on her own, but now she can handle it like it was nothing. Wearing her combat boots, camo pants, and a tight fitted sleeveless, she stood up and clobbered the cigarette on the ground.
Five years in this wretched desolate land almost made Mira insane. Five years since the apocalypse happened that brought in the brink of extinction to mankind.
"Bring the goods back to the main camp and let's move," she ordered. Mira unsheathed her katana and swung it, causing it to whistles as it cuts through the air. She promised herself that she will survive in this fvck up world no matter what arises.
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