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DIARY OF A WASTELANDER

Entry 257

Although it seemed the age of men has past, and the seeds of the apocalypse had begun to spring, there are still glints of kindness in this world. Me and Amelia had managed to get a car up and running, we used it to escape the city we had been staying for a couple days now, to avoid that fucking psychopath steel-jaws and his goons. Unfortunately, while we were driving through a raging blizzard, where the snow seemed to be one step away from bullets of frozen hail, the engine crapped otself, leaving us in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, freezing to death. We tried to treck across through the mountains and pst some old abandoned buildings, but hypothermia had already set in. Last thing I remember was seeing a heavily clothed figure with white hair approached Amelia unresponsive body before I blacked out. When I woke, I saw that my baby angel was alright and we were in some sort of cave. A bonfire was lit infront of us, and the shadows of our saviour danced on the walls a she came closer. She was a Yeti, Jess was her name. She had already made us a fresh batch of soup, despite the tomatos of now being nowhere near as fresh, and unradiated as the tomatos of the yesteryears. As we drank, I sooned learnt that in order for her to keep us alive, she practically had to spoons us for several mintues at a time whilst we slept. I don't mind, beats becoming a popsicle in my books.