She glances up briefly at his musing, trying to filter through her memories to find the information he wasn't able to provide through his own means. It had been so long, though...
Those answers will come later. It's that last question that silently demands a response.
"The world ended," she says simply, as if it should be obvious. "Two-thirds of the population carried the mutant gene, so they were taken care of. Cities burned and only the ones who were useful were kept alive." Her voice breaks on the words, splintering as her muscles tense at the horrible memories that surface. "I can still taste the ash in the air. I still see the mass graves in my dreams. We lost the war and they just picked us off one by one until there was almost no one left to fight."
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Those answers will come later. It's that last question that silently demands a response.
"The world ended," she says simply, as if it should be obvious. "Two-thirds of the population carried the mutant gene, so they were taken care of. Cities burned and only the ones who were useful were kept alive." Her voice breaks on the words, splintering as her muscles tense at the horrible memories that surface. "I can still taste the ash in the air. I still see the mass graves in my dreams. We lost the war and they just picked us off one by one until there was almost no one left to fight."