i know you're dying to meet me // intro

[roman]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Long legs dangle over the side of the docks, pristine white converse dangling dangerously close to the polluted waters of the harbor. A cool wind tugs at honey brown hair, disturbing the collar of a vintage jean jacket salvaged from one of the many abandoned homes in the area. The girl, no older than sixteen or seventeen, takes a drag of a small vape and releases the haze of vapor into the breeze. That's right, a vape, because she doesn't hate herself enough to smoke a cigarette but likes nicotine all the same. They're harder to find now that the world ended, but people like their vices, so bad habits always find a way to persevere. She is casually flipping through an old teen gossip magazine, dark hazel eyes lingering on photographs of hot male celebrities who seem to have lost their shirts--not that she minds. It's a shame that magazines are one of the commodities lost to the end of the world, or whatever, but there are plenty of places in which to scavenge what remains. Old gossip is still gossip, and the beauty of youth is immortalized in those steamy, steamy photoshoots that are really just an excuse to see Chris Hemsworth half-naked.

The teenager is new in town, having followed the rebelling group into Asia for no other reason than she had nowhere else to go. Her parents kicked their respective buckets nearly five years ago, leaving her to survive on her own. When chaos struck, she simply went where the current of life took her. Wow, that was poetic. She flips to another page, finding herself becoming immersed in one of those quizzes that determines which member of a boy band you should date based on your answers. According to this quiz circa 2015, she is meant to fall in love with Harry Styles. Nice.