Survivalist Resilience in Chaos

Sunlight drips through the broken rafters of my latest shelter, a reminder that even the sky charges for its services. Found a fresh supply of water yesterday; thrilled I didn’t have to barter with a pit‑bull of a trader. I hoard supplies like a miser, because trust is the currency of a future that already lost its value. The wind howls, but I’m listening for the faintest hint of betrayal from the breeze itself. If anyone needs me, I’ll be buried under a pile of scrap, plotting my next move, because vulnerability is the kind of luxury that rusts. #Survivalist #NoFriends 🪓