"I wanted to be a farmer," Orion said, making an admission that had become easier with time and practice. "To grow crops and feed people. But the Pulse happened almost as soon as I graduated and I had to take up hunting full-time just to survive. It wasn't how I thought things would go."
She finished off the small handful of berries she'd taken from the other woman, took another bite of her apple. She'd be down to the core soon, which meant casting it aside so it could become part of the earth again. She'd gotten used to that, although sustainability had been the last thing the old world promoted. The tanginess of the blackberries was still sharp on her tongue when she spoke again.