The Journey through a burned out world

[babygurll1968]

The dawning sunlight cast its glow over the slight form sitting on the edge of the cliff. The legs hanging down the side and one hand resting on a large rifle.The hand much smaller than the item it carressed,more feminine than the uniform it wore. The helmet cover the head and everything but the eyes. Piercing green and alert,non-blinking for several long minutes as they seemed to scour the valley below.

The valley below a mass of chared and abused landscape. Desolate and barren as far as one could see. The wars had raged 20 years prior ravaging the land and its occupants. Several hundred survivors had formed a motley group and moved across the barren landscape looking,seeking for anything to show them a better existance. They lived in a closed community mostly in underground subway tunnels that had been long abandoned.

This morning had this lone form watching from a lookout point above one hidden entrance to the vast underground world. There were nomads around the lands just wanting to get them all and kill them. Survival of the fittest. This group was mainly made of of civilians but there were alot of military figures too. The small hand reached up and pulled the helmet from its head.

A mass of red strands fell down across the shoulders,the form was definaltely female. Her hand reached up to rub across the ragged scar that cut from her left eyebrow to chin. She had got it during the last wave of wars when she was 16. She vaguely remembered the man who put his own life at risk to save hers. She had never known his name or where he went to after she had awoken in the infirmary. All he had left her was a necklace with a gold dragon emblem on it. She had never taken it off,hoping one day to find him and thank him.

She stood stretching her back and rolling her shoulders,her shift was over. She slid down the side of the hill and landed with a silent plop. She had become trained in combat and recon during her stay with the soldiers. She never really spoke to many people or had many friends. She had 2 cloe friends and that was all she needed. She looked around her before pulling a fake tree trunk open. She punched a series of numbers in the small pad and watched as the bushes seperated. She slid quickly and quietly into the back entrance to the tunnels.

She trudged tiredly down the long and winding tunnels,occasionaly stopping to speak with a small child or elderly woman. Each one she spoke to she gave a few of her already waning rations too. She could survive but the weak and young could not. She finally reached the HQ and logged her ID on the clip board. She sighed and shouldered her rifle,slinging it behind her. She gave a nod to the two men sitting behind the desk as she made her way down a long corridor. She stopped before a door and then pushed it open.

Her quarters weren't much but they were hers. She dropped her rifle next to her bed and slumped back on the cot. Her eyes closing as her com blared. "KC Don't get comfy now. Sarge wants you to head to his office and make your report. A bunch of us are meeting up with some new guy and going out on another 14 day recon."The deep male voice grumbled into the air.

KC Sat up and flipped on her com. "Damnit Kyle.We just pulled a 2 weeker last month. Is Sarge losing his mind."She said back into the com. "Give me 30 minutes,I need a shower."She said as she signed off. She stood up and headed toards her own personally made shower room.

She stood under the spray,her eyes closed as she tried to shake the feeling things were about to get hairy. She also couldnt understand why her savior from 5 yars ago kept creeping into her mind. Her hand moved up and wrapped around the necklace as she always did when she got nervous. Finally she was dressed and heading back out of her room back to HQ.

((Ok what I want here is First It is obviously a post apocaplypse war torn ravaged world. My character has been looking for the man who saved her life when she was 16, 5 yrs earlier. Now I need a guy to play this man and then we go from there. Would like this to be a one on one and see how far it goes. Please no one liners..I know we get brain dead at times but dont make them a habit.*Smiles* Ok so anyone interested give me a pm))

 

[kittenofdeath]

He couldn’t help but wonder what the point of washing his hands was as the brownish water cascaded over his hands, it’s not like they were getting very clean with that brown crap and no soap. He pushed the thought from his mind and finished up, washing his face quickly as well, it wasn’t every day he had access to these kinds of amenities.

After that he headed out of the public washroom, his now clean and slightly tanned face a stark contrast to his grimy and dirty combat fatigues, the dulled green camo barely clinging to him thanks to the old and failing stitching, the sheer amount of the dirt on them almost making it the same rusty brown colour as his hair.

His first stop was back at the HQ of this little settlement, but it was a long way from the washroom, and there were allot of people on the way, all of them eyeing him like he was a plague carrier or some such fearful creature, he cursed the bastards who had forced him to check his weapons and gear with some half assed excuse for a quartermaster before they let him in, he was starting to regret putting his name on paper at this place.

He made it to the office of this ‘sarge’ character, typical leadership type, loud, in charge, uniting his men through a shared hatred of him, he hated those types of people. There was no one else there, apparently the rest of them were coming, to what he didn’t know, he hadn’t been in the joint for more than a day before they told him they were giving him a mission, didn’t have the courtesy to tell him what it was though.

“Listen, Sarge or whatever, is this gonna take long?” he asked as he leaned back against the wall, a bored look on his face, his features aged far to quickly, making him look much older than he really was. “cause I would really like to have a few hours in that cold slab you lot gave me as a bed”

 

[babygurll1968]

KC pulled her rifle snug against her shoulder as she pushed open the door to the briefing room. She was stunned to see another with Sarge. She walked over and gave him a quick nod,not a salute. She wasnt required since she wasnt actually military.She dropped down tiredly on a metal bench and looked the newcomer over. She knew most faces around her and his she didnt. She felt a nagging in the back of her head,almost like she should know him. Shrugging she leaned back on the cold metal bench.

'So whats up? Kyle said we are going out again,efore we have time to rest. Is that a good idea. Things get sloppy when people are tired.'She said softly shifting her rifle to her lap and crssing her legs out in front of her. She nodded to the new guy and gave him a small smile quickly. "KC Riley,non-registered military personel."She said to him as she raised her face to his.

She quickly dropped her head and let her hair cover one side of her face. She usually kept her helmet and glasses on but inside was another story. She looked up as Kyle entered carrying a folder and handed it to Sarge.


Sarge looked at the trio before him and then opened the folder. "We have information from the south region of a nomadic uprising forming. We need to recon the area and get co-ordinates. We can not let these nomads get a hold on any of the outer perimeters. That is where you three come in. KC your specialty in numbers and charts,Kyle your skills in sniper and silent assault. All else will be handled by the specialist."He said nodding towards the third man. KC glanced over and noted he didnt seem to thrilled with the job at hand. Neither was she for one tired people make sloppy mistakes if they werent careful.