<strong>Wastland: Briar Rose, A picked over store front on the main street</strong><br/><br/>Briar Rose, was a shit hole of a little town and so far had yielded nothing more then some water, some material that could be turned into clothing if she had the time, inclination or skill to do so, a few cans of spam not exactly her favorite and a gang of pain in the asses who'd been chasing her for three days. When the world ended Fox had learned quickly that the only way she was going to survive was to toss the rule book out the window. This was a world where Darwin was king, only the fitest would survive and she was going to be one of the.<br/><br/>Early on she'd discovered the gangs in any town or city always had supplies in abundance and more often then not those supplies were scattered in caches and guarded by only a few people and a plethora of traps. With a backround in mechanics she'd found the traps to be little more then a speed bump, it was the guards that had proved a problem at first but after one particular month as a captured pet many of her sympathies went out the window. It was kill or be killed and she wasn't offering up her head.<br/><br/>Like in any other town she came across she went into Briar Rose with only one goal in mind, get more food and clothing for winter then get the hell out of there but it seemed from the very moment she showed up she and Briar Rose were destine to be enemies. First this gang didn't work as the others she'd run across. No instead all their supplies were held in one large building always guarded by several people. As it would happen when she tried to get in there they saw her and gave chase. She was lucky enough to lose them among the tumbling buildings but it seemed everytime she'd moved past the main street looking for something of use she'd see one of them and the chase would be on once more. Either she had the worst luck on the planet when it came to this town or they were closing in on her hidding place, neither option was good.<br/><br/>It was on her third day she was eating a strip of jerky and drinking water when a shadow past her little hide out. Instantly she was on alert her fingers curled around the familiar shape of her butterfly knife. she moved quietly easing to the frame that had once been a window and now was little more then a hole in the wall peeking out into the harsh daylight hoping against hope that the gang wasn't on her door step in a manner of speaking.<br/><br/>Instead the person she saw was wrapped in a cloak unlike the gang who seemed partial to furs oddly enough and though it was impossible to tell Fox was left with the distinct impression it was a girl pulling the knife and moving with a cautionary grace. Fox's interest was piqued to say the least. she rarely ran across other solitary people and ever fewer were in any kind of shape. This was the first one in almost 6 month she'd seen that didn't look like they were about to kneel over and if her guess was correct the first girl. It seemed girls especially pretty ones had a habit of turning into play things for the leaders of the new world.<br/><br/>Fox watched the girl a shadow among the shadows as she crossed the empty section of road and took shelter just up the street in a nicer building then hers that she'd scouted a few days ago but decided against hoping by picking something run down the gang would be less likely to check. Though she was interested in meeting the wanderer she hesitated for now needing to think about it first and in the end with the streets quiet once more she went back to her meal of dried meat and water.