Bandaids were covering her arm and legs, applied unevenly across her arms. She had stuck them to her feet and legs before getting dressed. There was one across the bridge of her nose. A small round bandaid stuck to the center of her forehead. Under her jeans she could feel the two huge bandages she had pasted over her knees. Her worn tote bag was filled with boxes of them. She used the cloth bandages wrapped around her fingers to wipe the dust off her forehead as she crawled over a pile of cement debris, avoiding the rusted iron bars sticking out from the rubble. She crawled into an abandoned subway station, the hole into the underground village, and found the tent of her buyer. It had been a while since she had anything to eat and she hoped her recent find could provide her some sustenance.<br/><br/>"Hey, I got something for you." she said to a man who was sitting on a small dirty rug surrounded by shelves and piles of items.<br/><br/>The bag was thrown in his lap, and he quietly examined the boxes insides before slowly turning and pulling a few ready to eat meals from a stack and placing them on a small milk crate.<br/><br/>"That's it!?" Misty groaned.<br/><br/>"That's it, these are fairly worthless items, but if you tell me where you found the stockpile, I'll give you another meal."<br/><br/>He grinned as Misty's stomach gave out a loud groan. There was really know choice, she couldn't eat a pile of boxes with little sticky pieces of cloth in them, but she could eat a meal package. Fine, she told him, even drawing a bit of an ugly map as best she could. She was illiterate and really didn't know what most of the things she found were anyway, but she was very good at finding things, and taking them. She ran out of the underground village with her meals and found her way to the shore. She stumbled over the rotted remains of wooden structure, sitting on the high side of a bench with two legs as she stuffed the cold meal down her throat. She did know how to use the fork provided for herself, as she hated messy fingers. Underneath her foot was a metal billboard that read: Atlantic City, there wasn't much left on it that wasn't worn away.<br/><br/>It was odd, very odd, she remembered that scroll forcing its way down her throat, and wondered what it was possibly doing inside her. Nothing had happened to her yet, so she figured it would probably go the same way everything else she ate did. Still, the thought of that thing in her stomach freaked her out, she had to stop thinking in order to eat.<br/>