You never really got used to this. I mean, sure, the scavenging and the constant threat of death by your fellow man was pretty bad, and knowing that, statistically, everyone you ever knew in the old world was dead was something that still kept you up at night. But now, as you find yourself looking at a man with a fairly large gun barrel pointed at your head, you realised that this had to have been the fifth time you've been beaten to a potential supply cache.

You had just stumbled onto what might be a treasure trove of supplies; an old supermarket that was used as a military checkpoint before the bombs finally dropped, and boy, was it beautiful. Reinforced windows and doors, countless useful materials and items, not to mention a roof that didn't have a hole in it! All that was standing in your way was this guy. You began to arc up, reaching for your own weapon.

"Hey, I'm taking this store, even if I have to-"

But your words are cut off by thunder in the distance. Radiation storms were coming: giant clouds of acid rain, a final gift from the nukes that Russia had sent to the US. You'd either burn to death, or die from ridiculous amounts of radiation and other fun chemicals that were stored in the water, whichever came first. The man knew it too, as his gaze turned up towards the sky. He looked back towards you.

"Look, I'd love to just sit out here in this little standoff we have going, but I'd rather live to fight another day."

His eyes quickly looked you up and down, assessing if you were a threat or not. You looked back towards the looming storm, and looked back, undecided as to what you wanted to do. Guessing you were too worried about burning to death to bother fighting to the death, he put his gun back into its holster, and turned to the door leading into the store room from the loading dock that you two had confronted each other in.

"Come on! Help me get this damn door open, or we'll both die out here!"

The clouds were almost here, and you felt the first few drops of rain. You winced, as they sizzled on you before evaporating. It was time to make a choice.

You really never get used to this life.

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Hey! Welcome to my world of The Deadlands. I'm looking for a female to do a post-apocalyptic ERP where we both are forced into a supermarket and are stuck there for an extended period of time. I've already gotten a good idea of what the scenario itself looks like, such as the supermarket itself and what lies within, and the general worldbuilding aspects too, such as how the world came to be, and the timezone its set in. This will be a long-term ERP, where you and I would continue to flesh out the world around us, as our characters push out from the supermarket into the world around us. I think this means I'm a GM? I don't actually know, so let me know in the comments if it does! Either way, I really hope you enjoy the prompt, and I hope to see you in my chats/DMs! If you're interested, let me know you read the whole thing by sending your age as your first message! Kinks, limits, my character description and everything else I can't think of as of writing this can be discussed in chats/DMs, and any questions you have can be asked below. I hope to see you soon!