"The Earth had been obliterated. The roads tattered and broken. Trees littering the ground. Building demolished. The ruins of the world left shaking in a barren wind and the wind whispered a woeful song. The ash had settled but the sorrow hadn't. The war had burned every rope at both ends and then as quickly as it came it was gone leaving behind absolute devastation. The sewers were bloody and the streets smelled of death. Billboards fell and the infrastructure gave out. Only a few survivors remained. The last of us were scattered. I had no clue if there were more survivors, so went looking. I realized how badly the war had ravaged the earth and it was disheartening. Never the less, this was a fresh start."<br/><br/>Tasia opened her eyes and coughed. The weight of a various building materials scattered on top of her. She didn't know how she was alive under what used to be her infirmary but she was. Her face had a mixture of dried blood and fresh blood. Some was hers. Some from victims she had tried to save. Her head a nice sized gash and clothes had seen their better days. She struggled for a while, huffing and puffing but eventually managed to scoot her way out from under the collapsed building. Her should was hurting and blood was streaming down her face. Finding water to clean herself up with was a challenge. She took a deep breath and rested a moment to recover from the struggle of freeing herself before she got up to search for water. The lakes were polluted with bodies, ash, and chemicals of war. She made do until she could find a river. One of the few pluses of the post apocalyptic world was that material item were free now. But once those items ran out they would have to find alternative means. Tasia had nothing but a knife and medical supplies so some chips from half way standing gas station would have to do for now. She walked quietly for a while stopping every now and then to rest. the blood loss made her dizzy.  Despite her slowly decreasing health she pushed forward. She felt pretty sure her shoulder was dislocated. She had it in a makeshift sling which helped a little but it need to be put back into place. Tasia had previously managed to rob some clothes which were stuffed in her bag. She knew she would need knew ones to put on was she cleaned herself up.<br/><br/>Tasia stumbled along through some woods that she hoped ran along side the river, to her delight she was right. she dropped her things and collapsed next to the bank. She washed her face, removed the crusted blood. Tasia opened her bag and readied her supplies, she struggled to removed her dirty, tattered clothing but was eventually successful. The water was cold but it felt nice to wash the blood and dirt away. Tasia got dressed slowly and painfully but surely. She cleaned the gash on her head which burned. She grimaced as she washed it out. She took a deep breath to steady herself and using a broken mirror she patched herself up. Tasia knew she has to fix her shoulder, but she didn't how she could do it by herself. She sat a minute contemplating her limited options. After a moment she packed up her things and rose to her feet. She tied the damaged clothing together and looped it around a small tree. Her theory was that if she tied the other end to her injured arm that she could use her body weight to relocate her shoulder. Her theory wasn't exactly practical but it was worth a shot.<br/><br/>Tasia could feel her self growing nervous about her plan but she decided to go through with it. She let an excruciating scream after one strong snatch. She clutched her shoulder, which was still obviously not fixed, and slumped to the ground. She fought back tears as the pain shot through her. Tasia took deep breaths trying to calm herself but that was most likely one of her dumbest ideas.