So far, my apocalpytic upbringing has not been peaches and daisies (if that is how the saying goes). Or is it peaches and pansies?
Fighting off feral beasts, surviving natural disasters, and coming face to face with the worst that humankind has to offer is quite tiresome.
Psycho ex-girlfriends? Check.
Creepy monsters/zombies? Check.
Orgasms? Not check. Yet.
Soon, I find myself battling for my life. For the life I built with my seven men.
But what happens when I have to face the storm by myself?