Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

“Not too far, baby,” Simon reminds softly, giving his wife an exasperated expression before grabbing her arm and pulling her back to his side, right where she belongs.

It made his heart clench in his chest- his wife was meant to be in a warm, big house. Not hiking through a foot worth of snow through a thick forest to avoid roads, towns, and cities.

It was only eight days ago. An EMP, an E-Bomb launched by god knows what country. It was large enough to put out anything that used electricity or a computer chip- phones, cars, medical devices, planes. It was the dead of winter, people got cold and hungry fast, things quickly went to shit. There was rioting, killing, looting.

His only goal was to keep going North, Price managed to tell him about a town that ran on solar, had a river, farms, cattle, everything they needed. That’s where his team was, that’s where they needed to go.

Simon adjust his grip on his rifle, patting his wife’s lower back with affection. Riley, his German Shepherd who served with him stayed close, darting through the trees ahead and sniffing around before returning to them. “There should be a cabin a couple miles ahead, we’ll stay there for the night.”