She died today. Scout HX-7238. We found her, lying there by a pile of rubble. Helmet loose on the ground, blast rifle lying beside her. Stiff as a board. How long she had lain there we couldn’t tell. Two hours, maybe three. All we knew is that she had left camp late last night, as she always does, to scout ahead, to clear the path. To save our lives. But this time there was no-one to save hers.
My gosh, I actually had to blink back some tears! Wow, you should write a novel with that skill! Overall, very nice; nothing more touching than a heroic death.
You sent a WOMAN (what are we without our women?) to scout ahead? During an APOCALYPSE?! (I'll tell you, we're nothing without the women with love, that's what.)
Good day