Post by Oriana on Aug 3, 2010 16:24:36 GMT -5
Clouds were thick that night. They crashed into each other forming a gentle gray carpet over the sky. Unusual for a summer sky… These types of clouds fit the autumn rain and thunder storms not the hot summer days. The woman looked up at the torn up cloud letting a few of last rays of sunlight through. The whole world became a foreign and strange place … she shouldn’t be surprised the weather was too. Everything was distorted, shifted in an unknown and strange way. Seasons were now a fairy tale. They still had a general occurrence but not same. Sudden storms and changes weren’t unusual. The fall of barrier between world effected everything… as a cataclysm it wiped out areas, with earthquakes changed the scenery until the city itself became unrecognizable. As a mirror of lost cities of ancient times, buried under vegetation. Who would have guessed it was only a few years that passed? Oriana watched as she slowly approached the designated place.
Warehouses were ahead… of course she would spend some times going around it and checking the area. It always paid off to be the early bird..well in most cases that is. True Davis claimed he will come alone but only a fool would blindly trust a word in times like these. Oriana did intend to keep her part of the deal but that didn’t mean the other side was necessarily just as honorable. Once upon a time Davis was a soldier… a protector of human kind. Soldiers rarely risked too much without a backup plan. He might have been called a hero with statues raised in his name but that meant little after civilization ended. It was funny… remembering academy days and lessons about the Omega. The battles, missions… though books rarely mentioned the other part of the medal. It was easy for civilians to dream and romanticize the idea of war. War was about wins and losses, who conquers and kills more and not about heroism.
Haven leader might have owed a life to the commander but that didn’t mean she trusted him. Slowly the woman dressed in her black RedMoon uniform walked behind the warehouse, moving around the corner. Her weapons carefully assorted clacked once as she looked behind the corner before resuming the stride. After all you never knew what might jump out. From lion to outsider anything was possible. Usually she would take the bike for a ride. In these times however even leaders had to economize. Minimal use of gasoline and ammo allowed them more time to prepare for real dangers. Improvisation was good too. Home materials were collected for making of unconventional weapons. It’s a wonder what could be made of ordinary material. Strong liker was good for disinfection, hairspray could be used as a mini flame thrower… Same chemicals as glycerin were used for hand creams, heart medication and explosives depending on combination with other elements.
Making sure the area was more less safe of unwanted attention she finally entered. Boxes and crates were moved around, most valuable carried away or emptied. Still the inside looked as wooden fortress of a sort. Right ahead there were a couple of aligned boxes, taller, that could be used as a table of a sort. Violet eyes scanned the environment and came closer and leaned against it. Sunset was about to end and night begin…and this could prove to be a long night indeed.
Warehouses were ahead… of course she would spend some times going around it and checking the area. It always paid off to be the early bird..well in most cases that is. True Davis claimed he will come alone but only a fool would blindly trust a word in times like these. Oriana did intend to keep her part of the deal but that didn’t mean the other side was necessarily just as honorable. Once upon a time Davis was a soldier… a protector of human kind. Soldiers rarely risked too much without a backup plan. He might have been called a hero with statues raised in his name but that meant little after civilization ended. It was funny… remembering academy days and lessons about the Omega. The battles, missions… though books rarely mentioned the other part of the medal. It was easy for civilians to dream and romanticize the idea of war. War was about wins and losses, who conquers and kills more and not about heroism.
Haven leader might have owed a life to the commander but that didn’t mean she trusted him. Slowly the woman dressed in her black RedMoon uniform walked behind the warehouse, moving around the corner. Her weapons carefully assorted clacked once as she looked behind the corner before resuming the stride. After all you never knew what might jump out. From lion to outsider anything was possible. Usually she would take the bike for a ride. In these times however even leaders had to economize. Minimal use of gasoline and ammo allowed them more time to prepare for real dangers. Improvisation was good too. Home materials were collected for making of unconventional weapons. It’s a wonder what could be made of ordinary material. Strong liker was good for disinfection, hairspray could be used as a mini flame thrower… Same chemicals as glycerin were used for hand creams, heart medication and explosives depending on combination with other elements.
Making sure the area was more less safe of unwanted attention she finally entered. Boxes and crates were moved around, most valuable carried away or emptied. Still the inside looked as wooden fortress of a sort. Right ahead there were a couple of aligned boxes, taller, that could be used as a table of a sort. Violet eyes scanned the environment and came closer and leaned against it. Sunset was about to end and night begin…and this could prove to be a long night indeed.