Thread: A Post Apocalyptic Adventure

A Post Apocalyptic Adventure FUCK! she said again, rather loudly this time. How could she have gotten lost so quickly. The fog in these areas was horrible, easily covering everything from sight that was more than a few feet away. It was cold too, and damp, she knew it would be even worse at night and she wasnt dressed for this. Stomping along the overgrown road, her kicks, the slightly too large combat boots she had found were pretty much the only thing proper for this climate. Her legs were bare all the way up to her mini-shorts, and while she had a few stockings and socks in her backpack she felt that she couldnt waste time putting them on. That would only leave her even further behind the rest. At least she had bothered to put on a t-shirt today, a white one with I 3 NY boldly written on it her black bra clearly visible behind it. She smiled for a moment as she thought of Ny, he'd taken that name after they found a completely untouched warehouse filled with clothing all with the same inscription I3NY. She looked at it once, shivering she decided that her being warm was more important, zipping up her jacket and pulling its fur neck coating tightly around herself. She couldnt be bothered to put up the hood, she her entire field of vision if she was to have a chance at finding the rest. Fuuuuuuuck fooooog she moaned again, absently playing with her three labret rings, two on each side of her lower lip and one on her upper right. Suddenly, hearing a branch cracking at the side of the road she insantly crouched down, one hand going to the dagger bound to her thigh. She silently cursed herself for zipping up, she'd forgotten she couldnt easily reach her magnum being inside of her jacket as it was. She squeezed her eyes, peering into the fog where she thought the sound had come from. Crouching, almost perfectly still she sat there, for several minutes. Her ponytail blew in a draft coming down the mountains, a few strands covered her eyes as she stood there. Anyone who had watched her twenty-thirty years earlier, before the bombs would have thought her some sort of street performer. Crouching there in an awkward position, her smooth long legs bended and ready to set off, and her beautiful face would probably have earned her decent money. However, in this day and age it earned her another thing, a headstart. Should anything happen at least. She waited for another minute before straightening. I'm just being paranoid. . . she said, look! im even talking to myself! she continued with a slight smile as she checked to make sure she hadnt dropped anything out of her backpack. She hadn't, so she started walking down the road, her boots making a thumping noise with every step that. It felt awkwardly loud in the otherwise almost noiseless haze. To distract her she fiddled with her plugs. 15 mm. She didnt have larger because, they simply hadnt found any better jewels. In her tribe they were status symbols, the larger the tunnel, the richer you were. Michelle wasnt rich, she didnt feel for that, instead focusing her existence around having fun and enjoying herself. Her mind wandering, it took her a few moments to notice the building ahead. A big one, largely whole too. A town! They must be here she thought as she eagerly started running for it, her steps echoing loudly in all directions.