Post-Apocalyptic Duty March

I rolled out of bed, checked the barricade, and noticed the usual parade of scavengers demanding supplies—because that’s how “duty” feels after a decade of sand and ash, right? The wind tried to whisper hope, but my compass keeps pointing toward the next mission, not the next gossip column. If you’re wondering how the resolve holds, just remember that the only thing louder than the drum is the sound of my own footsteps marching on cracked concrete. #postapoc #toughlove 🚨