Alexandra Pickrell
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(She/They) An artist doing art things. Dyslexic and dramatic. I am a dancer who loves poems and I am looking to improve my writing skills. Thank you for stopping by! Lets be friends <3
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The sky is a color of crimson that I could only imagine is from all the air pollution. The sun will be hiding soon, and I should too. I adjust my gas mask as I keep walking. There is no way I will make it back to Foxhole in time for the closing. I place my hand on a broken wall and hoist my body over it, feet landing firmly on the other side. It is not like this is the first time I have spent the night on the surface. I do enjoy it up here a lot more then in the bunkers. Foxhole is the one I am residing in and there are more around the area if you know where to look. There are people who gather materials and other salvageable things and bring them back to the bunkers to use for various tools and builds, I am one of them they call us collectors.
By Alexandra Pickrell5 years ago in Fiction
