The sun was setting on what was left of Seattle. It had been 200 years since the nuclear war had destroyed almost everything that had existed. Leaving people and animals alike to fend for themselves in the wastelands that were left behind. Some people had survived and you were a descendant of them.<br/><br/>You had taken up a job as a scraper and was searching through the ruins of the city for anything that could have value. There was mostly just junk and mutant monsters, but you did find some things of value. You had taken what you had found and made camp just outside of the ruined city.<br/><br/>Just before sunset, you heard something hit the ground and pulled out your gun. Was something actually there? Or was the days of being alone getting to you? It could have been just something that was in a tree that fell out with the wind right? Where you willing to blow it off or go check it out to be safe?<br/><br/>Before you could decide a woman, who was rather tall and slim, wondered out of the tree line with a surprised expression on her face as if she wasn't expecting to see you sitting there.<br/><br/>“Um, hello,” she said with as nerves tone.