The town of Briar Rose might be better avoided.  Towns tended to have spiders - small gangs of of men holed up in little concealed fortresses with boobytraps throughout the town.  However, she is still miles away from the destination marked on her map.  Small towns also meant food and supplies.  Little scattered houses not picked over by scavengers.  It lay in her path and it was unfortunately a risk she needed to take...<br/><br/>The mix of dust and dirt seemed to crack under the feet of the girl, the cold air making it hard to breath even with the cloth that covered her face. Her body covered in the same cloak that was used to shield her face from this now cruel land. Now better to be a little hot rather then leave any skin to the bright, unforgiving sun. Then again with the coming winter warmth would be welcome in any form. Goggles worn on her face with tinned leases to help her eye sight, after all there where many dangers in this new world. The comign winter wind seemed to attack her every time wind started to blow. Nothing, not even the breeze, could be enjoyed anymore. There was nothing left in this area....but the human girl knew that. The outbrake made sure that this area would be nothing less then a wasteland.<br/><br/>The skeletons of small buildings looking down at her. Nothing but haunting memories of what use to be. Doing her best to weave in and out of the unless junk metal that use to be cars. Looking up and watching as the sun was already starting to set, knowing that it would not be safe to stay out after dark.<br/><br/>If not the animals and what was left of the humans, --are what use to be humans-- the elements themselves seemed to attack at night and as of late it seemed the winter storms came when the sun went down. She would have not choice but to find shelter in the old buildings for the night. In the morning she would return to looking for her final destination.<br/><br/>The girl would find herself on guard at all times. Even more when entering a large clearing between four buildings. Most likely a busy four way stop when this city was active. Removing the large knife from its spot on her leg. Her rifle and hand gun being saved, after all ammo was rare, and a knife didn’t need it. Moving slowly across the opening until she reached the better looking building of the four.<br/><br/>Even when inside she did not dare to remove any of her shielding until she knew that it was safe, looking around the first room before removing the hood of her cloak. The leather gloves on her hands almost like another layer of skin, she could swear that she could feel the ruff cloth of the cloak as she removed it‘s hood. Or maybe it was just the fact she had worn the thing so long that she knew how every inch of it felt like. The floor under her creaking softly as she moved across the buildings level. Even if she didn't know what level it was anymore. So becoming clear that she was alone here, or so it seemed. The wind picking up outside whispering threw the empty halls.