PHOTO DESCRIPTION:
A person stares out at you, someone clearly no longer human. His hair is white, his skin is dusky purple, and his eyes are the color of honey. He’s scarred, a cut spanning his face from cheek to cheek, and he’s looking at you like you might be lunch.
STORY LETTER:
Dear Author,
Those of us who survived the virus that wiped out 50% of the population are the lucky ones. Those of us who survived the subsequent wars that decimated the world as we know it, throwing us back into a pre-industrial era are the lucky ones. Those of us who survived are the lucky ones.
Except… Some of us are different. Some of us are changing. Some say the virus mutated. Some say it is a result of genetic warfare. All I know is that I can see better in the dark, I can hear from further away and I am stronger now than I ever have been before. And I have claws.
We may not be the lucky ones after all.
Sincerely,
Jenni Lea
STORY INFO:
Genre: postapocalyptic
Tags: action/adventure, mutants, frenemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, road trip, humorous
Content Warnings: graphic violence
Word Count: 28,456
EVENT: Love is an Open Road