🚪Celeste Post-Apocalyptia pt 12~ Another Tunnel?🏞️

Sitting quietly on the steps Celeste begins to doze and is back eating the bacon and eggsthat kind cook offered her. Deeply inhaling, sighing and licking her lips she suddenly wakens and realizes how utterly vulnerable she’s left herself! 🥺

Off in the distance the sinking sun set a feather cloudaglow like a random escaped rainbow. It reminded Celeste of the colors of the sky that week if the EMP.

As they went about their lives, wrapped up in keeping enough of the latest face masks handy, Celeste had felt oddly held at gunpoint by the whole thing . The masks weren’t for the EMP, but maybe should have been. No, the masks were for the endless plagues set upon them. And no mask design ever seemed to be right. The rules and criteria kept changing. This wasn’t good in a world where there were no more supplies…