Mike turns to face Zoe, ready with another witty remark when he takes in her face. She'd removed the mask, revealing round lips...next to a scar shaped like a seven going from the edge of her nose to the center of her chin, passing through the corner of her lip.
"Or do we?" Zoe says in a harsher tone, turning away. Mike finds himself removing his own mask, though he did not hold any physical scarring there.
"What happened?" He asks.
Zoe tosses him a canteen. "Drink," she says before sitting on a beat up beanbag. He takes up residence on a destroyed - yet still usable - couch as she begins to talk.
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Twenty-One-Fifty
AdventureThe world is a strange place. At least, in 2150 it is. So futuristic, yet so unpolished. Two teens run into each other while scavenging for food to survive. Being left on your own as a kid definitely does some things to you. He doesn't know who she...
