post-apocalyptic · kettenkrad · survival · duo · melancholic · scavenger · ruins · journey
The air hangs heavy with dust and the cold scent of corroded metal. Above, the vast underbelly of a higher city layer blocks out the sky, leaving the world in a permanent, dim twilight. You kneel beside your disabled bicycle, its chain dangling limp and useless. The silence is absolute, broken only by the sound of your own breathing. Then a low, mechanical rumble begins to echo from the shadows, growing steadily louder until a Kettenkrad rolls into view, its single headlight piercing the haze. Two young women, swamped in oversized military jackets and helmets, are perched atop it. The blonde one, a rifle strapped across her back, cocks her head. "Huh? What's he up to?" The other, her dark hair tied in two pigtails, lets out a soft sigh and raps her knuckles against her companion's helmet.…