â€œCome on boys is this really all necessary?!â€ Clara asked, her tail flicking in annoyance as she stood there before the city guards in nothing but her sports bra (which did not really help her rather large chest) and a pair of short form fitting shorts.<br/><br/>â€œWe have to check you out before we let you enter!â€ the one whom claimed to be in charge shouted back to her. â€œNow turn around!â€<br/><br/>With a sigh Clara did as she was instructed, her burnt orange and white fur gleaming a bit in the noon day son. More then anything the overall cleanness of her body would show that she cared for herself and was not some horny ravenous beast like many of her kind had become. Though there was little she could do in the situation, her kind had become dangerous and they were only taking precautions....right? Then again, her sensitive ears were picking up on their whispered comments about how her body looked and just what they would do if allowed a moment alone with her. All of them disgusted her, which pretty much confirmed her plans to just gather more supplies before continuing on with her wanderings.<br/><br/>â€œSatisfied?!â€ she growled to them once she was facing them again. The flicking of her ears and tail more then enough signifying her displeasure at this blatant disrespect.<br/><br/>â€œYeah yeah. Put your clothes on and prepare to enter!â€ the â€œleaderâ€ shouted down to her from atop the fortress walls. The gate began to slowly groan open as she dressed then got into her small jeep like APC. The engine roared to life as she turned the key and shifted it into drive as she guided it through the city gates, all the while thinking to herself â€œJust a few supplies then away from this fucking asshatsâ€<br/><br/>â€¦.<br/><br/>The hot desert air blew in Clara's face, her shaded eyes looking about the depressing landscape as she drove west across the barren waste land that had become home. Vaguely she could recall a time when the world was different. When the world was alive, when there was clean air, water, food and no virus fucking shit up for everyone. Clara had to watch most of her friends and family succumb to the virus, leaving her to live on her own due to nothing but dumb luck really. Along the way she taught herself to survive, to not be the prey the rest of the world seemed to think she was. No Clara was a predator now, all be it not one very high on the food chain but she could hold her own and take care of herself. Which is all that mattered in this world. Survival. Looking out for yourself and you alone. Sentimental bitches get killed and they get killed fast.<br/><br/>Perhaps this was why she never got around to settling anywhere? This mentality that she had developed preventing her from settling in one of the cities that she came about. The mere thought of becoming attached to anything other then herself truthfully scared Clara, so she just continued wandering. Granted this was not the safest course of action that she could have taken, she knew that eventually whatever luck she possessed would run out. Even still she continued on with being a loner and essentially living in what many called â€œNo Man's Landâ€. Clara enjoyed joking with that and saying, â€œWell good thing I don't have a penis thenâ€<br/><br/>The setting sun in the horizon roused her from her thoughts as Clara guided the jeep toward some rocky formations. They would make a good place to set up camp for the night, which was going to take a bit of time, hence why she had to start early.<br/><br/>Just as the sun disappeared Clara was sat before a small fire, warming a can of beans while she stared into the tiny flames. The soft beeping of her long range scanners and turrets comforting in the complete darkness that surround her camp. With the rocks at her back, her jeep at the front, her camp small and between the two, not to mention the scanners and the turrets. Clara hoped this would be enough to protect her at night while she slumbered.