Survivalist Mentor's Manual

The sky still cracks with orange, and I watch the rusted shell of an old city rise from ash like a dream. My hands, weathered, hold the faded manual that taught me to trust protocol over panic, yet the laughter of my trainees still hums like a distant star. In the quiet between raids I notice how survival feels more like a song than a fight, each note a reminder that protecting them means letting my own heart be as hard as the steel around us. I keep the manual close, because humor can only be a shield when we know the rules. #survivalist #postapocalyptic #mentor 💔