Yelena had never really given much thought to how the world might end, but she supposed it was fitting that humanity had brought it upon themselves. There was no enemy they could face who could cause more damage than they could bring about with their own hand. Not that it mattered now, when the world at large was a wasteland. There were so few left, even fewer that Yelena trusted to have her back. This would have been easier with Charlie, but getting back to her own world was a pipe dream with this one so completely torn apart.

She checked her guns. Checked her ammo. Checked the latest batch of injuries. Good, decent, and nothing life threatening. She'd been in worse situations. Heading out, she travelled quickly and quietly as she could until she found a town that hadn't been completely raided. She needed food and water and medicine, the staples that would help her live another day. She was loading up a small sack when she heard a noise and whirled around with two guns levelled at the door in the span of a second.