<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl7/678909876.jpg)</div>The trek to... wherever they were going, was rather uneventful. Ashleigh never thought she would have come to appreciate nothing happening for the next few hours save for following Franka through what was essentially a wasteland. The entire time, the young scientist walks in pace with with Hackett and their guide, thinking that they were the only two without some sort of ulterior motive. Sure, one could say that Franka could be leading them into a trap where she would scalp them, lock them up in a sort of freezer, and be happy that she managed to salvage a few weapons for herself, but that's just being incredibly pessimistic.<br/><br/>The wreckage, the blatant havoc that has befallen most of Europe was evident. Ashleigh had to resist the urge to simply look away from the outlines of bones long gone shapes of life. This would likely be the most tame of images that she would be seeing in her time here. On the plus side, Mother Nature had come back in full force, as if to claim what was originally hers. A chilling thought in hindsight, but for now, young woman appreciated it.<br/><br/>As they walked from from the riverbed to this hideout, Ashleigh lazily had her silenced pistol drawn, holding it loosely in her right hand with every step. It wasn't the lightest thing in the world, but never put Ashleigh behind any of the others in this little marching band. Before she even knew it, the group had arrived at a building covered in lush greenery. Well, it was a wall covered in lush greenery, but no doubt that the building they were all hoping for was beyond that.<br/><br/>With a few quiet words, Franka sped off around the wall to emerge later on behind it. Ashleigh wasted no time following the green light that the 'native' of the area gave them and rushed toward the wall. Following Franka's lead, Ashleigh replaced her pistol in the holster on her right thigh, then unzipped the front of her cumbersome flight suit. Not having a change of clothes on hand, she made sure to only undo the suit halfway, leaving her with her white tank top underneath. Next off came her helmet, revealing to the group a messy blond bun on the top of Ashleigh's head, much unlike the flowing tresses that they had met her in.<br/><br/><br/>Not wanting to step over any toes, Ashleigh remained quiet. Her thinking was that she wasn't going to be the one to announce that this was all safe and sound only to have the mindless creatures burst out from underneath them, clawing at their legs until they fell to their knees. Once everyone was inside, all she wanted to do was unload all of the light tools that she had along her belt and packs, rest, and perhaps figure out where they stand in terms of completing their objective. She was sure no one wanted to stay here long than they needed to.