As the dust picked up, blocking out even the brightest of light, Madison held a makeshift scarf to her mouth and secured some worn down goggles to her eyes to try and protect herself from the weather as much as she could. With her deep brown hair being whipped into her face from the high winds, she tripped across the canyon, using a rather long pipe to feel her way around the ground, as sight was posing as no use to her. The dust stung the exposed parts of her body, which luckily only included her cheeks. The storm had caught her off guard, and all she could think about now was getting back to the safety of the hole she had set up in a couple days ago.<br/><br/>She didn't have a home, or at least not anymore. She had been camping out in a small carving inside a canyon wall and had intended to leave today, as she had already been there for a couple days, though her plans seemed to be cut short by the harsh conditions. After what seemed as a lifetime, Madison eventually stumbled back to her hole in the rock and gratefully sought refuge in its cover. She trudged over to where some she left some of her things , not too much further into the cave, and collapsed to the ground in relief. She removed her goggles and scarf, coughing harshly from the dust, leaning against the rocks.  She would have reluctantly stuck out the storm and continued her journey, but she figured that it may not be the best of ideas to wander atop a canyon with limited sight.<br/><br/>Assuming she safe for the time being, she pulls her hair back and rummages through her backpack, presenting a beaten up journal. She opened the book and flipped through the pages, eventually finding a blank page and beginning to write in it. From the first couple weeks of what seemed the end of the world, she had always kept a journal with her in hopes that it could be of use when all this came to an end, though it never did.  From first glance, she didn't seem like much of anything. She didn't wear any special gear, didn't have any special equipment and wasn't that innate when it came to Xenotech. Wearing simple leather coverage to give her some protection, she was all in all just a girl, though she had other qualities that distinguished her from others.<br/><br/>She closed the journal and tucked it away, loading and checking over her collection of simple weapons, strapping the firearms to her waist. She let out a long breath and leaned her head against the cave wall, closing her eyes and coughing once more. She sighed heavily, mumbling to herself and watched the wind roar, having no choice but to wait out the heavy storm. She had a hard time seeing around her, as it was nearly pitch black, but trusted she didn't need to, crossing her arms and closing her eyes.