Survival

Risen from a frozen tomb,

Into the wastes and Boston.

Steadily, I journey home,

To find it all in ruin.

The land is scarred and broken.

The Atom Bomb had fallen.

Two-hundred years have passed since then,

But none have since forgotten.

Monstrosities of radiation,

Strange and deadly adaptations,

Raiders, seeking gear and caps,

Are likely confrontations.

Decisions here are life or death;

The wasteland, unforgiving.

As long as I keep drawing breath,

My goal must be surviving.