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I remember the wars. I remember the bombs, the bullets, the screams. I remember watching the world I knew crumble before my eyes, and feeling helpless to stop it. But mostly, I remember the aftermath.

The world that emerged from the wars was a cruel one. It was a world where every man was for himself, where the strong preyed on the weak, and where violence was a currency more valuable than any other. I was just a child when it all happened, and I grew up fast.

My sister was always there to protect me. She was older, and stronger, and she had a way of making everything feel like it was going to be okay. But then she died, and everything fell apart. I don't like to think about how it happened. It was gruesome, and awful, and I wish I could forget it. But I can't. It haunts me, like a ghost that won't let me go.

Now I'm all alone, trying to survive in a world that doesn't care if I live or die. I've learned to be tough, to fight for what I want, and to never let anyone get too close. But sometimes, I still feel like that scared little girl who watched the world fall apart.

I was wandering aimlessly through the wilderness, my stomach empty and my spirit broken. I had been searching for a safe place to rest for days, but everything seemed to be either taken or too dangerous to approach. Just when I was about to give up hope, I stumbled upon an old, abandoned cottage in the woods.

At first, I was hesitant to approach. But as I got closer, I realized that the cottage was actually in decent condition. It had clearly been left untouched for years, but the roof was still intact, the windows were unbroken, and the door seemed sturdy enough.
It was the closest thing to a safe haven I had found since my sister died.

After eating some canned foods I found in the cottage and making myself a fire I couldn't resist the temptation to take a swim. I quickly stripped down to my undergarments and ran towards the water, feeling the cool breeze on my skin. I dove in and let myself float, feeling the water wash away the grime and dirt of the past few days. It was a moment of pure bliss, and I savored it for as long as I could.

I was pretty tall for a woman, around 177 cm, my dark brown hair would reach the middle of my back if it were to be let down. My eyes are a pale green, my skin also quite pale. My breasts are small, just enough to fill a handful. Due to my height my body looked thin and slender, my belly toned from having limited food access.