(I'm new to writing, so the beginning may seem a little odd. I hope you'll bear with me and give it a few chapters. Thank you so much for reading!)
The apocalypse is here, and you have to choose one of three shelters?
A military fortress or an ecological dome? The junkyard is the real home!
While everyone else is struggling to survive among the ruins, I'm salvaging
all-purpose defenses from the scrap.
While everyone else trembles beneath the threat of foreign tribes, I'm building crystal-energy cannons out of junk.
The other two shelters even dared to laugh at me for choosing the worst one. I quietly pulled out two complete sets of power armor.
Then one day, a horde of mutated beasts breached the military fortress. Its leader fell to his knees before me. “Please, take us in...”
I glanced at the elite troops still standing behind him and smiled. “Sure, but first you have to help me take out the trash.”
Only later did they learn that I could see the hidden attributes of every item. To me, nothing was useless.
