<strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Archer<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Farmer<br/><br/>She blinked her eyes and yawned. As she awoke from the first restful sleep in a few days, Olivia breathed in the familiar scents of soil, water and plant-life. She felt safest here in the Agridome since the disaster. She knew eventually she'd have to relocate to the new living quarters, but till then she slept inside the dome near a line of fruit trees.<br/><br/>She sat put and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Olivia used one well tanned hand to brush back her tousled black hair from her face. Today she would be transplanting some new shoots to larger containers and then helping in the Food Distribution Center. Rising to her feet she neatly folded up her bed roll and stored it along with her pillow in a small locker.<br/><br/>###<br/><br/>Olivia wiped her forehead as she finished the last transplant. The seedlings would have more room to grow and were badly needed what with the shortage. The young woman put away her tools and washed up at the sink. It was time for her to go help out at the FDC. As she made her way down a row of hydroponic vats, she saw a man enter looking weary. "Excuse me, are you coming to exchange a food ticket?" She blushed, felt silly for asking because it was plain to see he wasn't someone who worked in the Agridome. She only hoped she didn't sounds as foolish as she felt.<br/>