A woman, not much older than 20, walks around. She's searching for ammo or other things she can use. Her dark brown hair is braided and hangs over one shoulder. Because of Heterochromia she has two different eye-colors. One is deep blue and the other is brown. Her face is covered with dust and mud. She's wearing a long leather male jacket that keeps her warm and jeans. Around her shoulder hangs a Sniper rifle and she has a old knife in her hands. She looks around for a while but discovers there is nothing here that's of good use. She continues walking until she hears a gunshot. The first thing she does is sticking to the walls and taking out her sniper rifle. If there is something she has learned about the human being nowadays is that they kill everything on their path, dead or alive. Her mind wanders of to the times that the world was still colorful and.. well.. alive. She quickly shakes her head. The last thing that she wants right now is getting distracted.<br/>She takes a look around the corner to see if there is someone there. She holds the sniper close to her as she scans the streets with her eyes.