TheEndingCatastrophe

She stood Like a Triumphant Hunter, One hand on her weapon, A rusty rifle, the other sheilding her eyes from the harsh sunlight from the setting sun. At a Glance you couldn't tell, But if You listened Carefully you could hear the sound of metal tapping against metal when her hands shook, The way her breath stuttered in and out, and every now and then you could see the Glistening in her eyes. she was terrified. She surveyed the Barron wastland before her, searching for signs of Life, Any sign of Life, as long as It wasn't trying to Kill her. Not that long ago, maybe not in her lifetime, but certainly in someone's, This place would have been bu