Warfare had plagued the newly formed country of Almia since its birth. Revolutions started agianst he tyrannical King, Zed, had torn the nation apart. Over time, the weak threads that had held the nation together had burst at the seams. Mira, only 11 at the time, had been living a comfortable lifestyle with her family until country's civil war broke out. At the time her family had remained in hiding. But then the bomb exploded on the country.
The nuclear bomb destroyed the landscape. 90% of Almia's citizens had been killed by the blast. Mira had survived. But her family did not.
Mira decided that her shelter was not safe anymore. Gangs, willing to murder, rape, and kill to collect the remaining supplies crept closer and closer to her home every day. She packed all the food and water she could manage into her bag. Other things were bullets, a extra set of clothes, a torch, a lighter, and one teddy bear. Mira tied her strawberry blonde hair into a ponytail, and placed on a torn baseball cap with a yellow star logo. Mira held her handgun at the ready, and set out into the world to find new shelter.
The nuclear bomb destroyed the landscape. 90% of Almia's citizens had been killed by the blast. Mira had survived. But her family did not.
Mira decided that her shelter was not safe anymore. Gangs, willing to murder, rape, and kill to collect the remaining supplies crept closer and closer to her home every day. She packed all the food and water she could manage into her bag. Other things were bullets, a extra set of clothes, a torch, a lighter, and one teddy bear. Mira tied her strawberry blonde hair into a ponytail, and placed on a torn baseball cap with a yellow star logo. Mira held her handgun at the ready, and set out into the world to find new shelter.