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Azra was all alone. She was pretty used to it, but sometimes the vast and ginormous wasteland, that her ’home’ was, became too much and she felt like lying down and just forgetting about everything. But… she had came this far for a reason, hadn’t she? She shook her head and sighed, whatever it was she had forgotten, but she still continued to survive. Mostly because of a stubborn will.

It was only her height over the landscape, that actually made her standout. She wore a large, sand-colered cape to protecting against both against sun and sand. You could only see her face from the nose and up due to the cloth , she had wrapped around her mouth. Her eyes were startling blue and her hair was short and black.

Even though you couldn’t see the rest of her clothes. they were spartanian and strapped for details. On her left hand she had a leather glove, on the other some kind of mysterious gauntlet. And by her hip hung a single, wornout gun.

The gauntlet was the last gift from her father, a weird, slightly crazy scientist, that had given it to her on his deathbed. She had still to figure out most of the functions of the piece of machine, but she had at least discovered one: That it was unable to get off her hand again.

”What an ass,” she muttered with a rusty voice. There were not much use for it out in the open, so she only really spoke with herself. Deciding to take a short break, she sat down on a large stone and brought out her water. She didn’t have that much left, she discovered, before taking a minor sip.

-- Azra Constine
-- 20 years of age
-- Lonesome wanderer

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"Isaac, you'd better take a look at this!"

Isaac Wylde paused, his stormy-grey eyes drifting up from the barrel of his rifle. He'd been busy shining it almost lovingly, until Park had so kindly interrupted him. And for no reason, more than likely, on account of all the other false alarms. "What is it this time?" he groaned, propping the firearm up against a boulder beside him. The Korean held out a pair of binoculars that Isaac snatched and lifted to his eyes. "If it's another goat, I swear I'm going to--" But Isaac's jaw fall agape. No doubt about it! An unidentified human being of questionable alliance was approaching their camp!

The camp was fairly well-camouflaged amongst a field of giant sandstone boulders. The tents were a remarkably similar shade of fabric. At the forefront of the field, they had a makeshift wall of smaller stones packed together. The main body of the camp was tucked back away, so that the other members of the colony were sheltered from possible attackers wandering through the wastelands. That was a bit of an oversight, though, all things considered. Not many people came through these parts. Sometimes they found bodies a few miles out. The secret to their survival was the underground spring beneath them. Even then, contamination had to be removed before the water could be consumed.

However, the moment of truth had finally arrived! Someone had survived long enough to be on the verge of discovering them. Due to the individual's dress, Isaac was not able to determine much from their appearance. But they needed to be on the safe side. As the leader of the colony, it was his responsibility to protect everyone. Isaac returned Park's binoculars, running a hand back through his shock of blond hair. It was somewhat long now, tumbling down just to the base of his neck in gentle waves. Despite prolonged exposure to sunlight, he maintained a surprisingly fair complexion.

"Get Lee, Marcus, and Devon," Isaac said. "Arm yourselves. We need to catch this newcomer before they give away our position." He moved to his rifle, slinging it across his shoulder by an attached strap.


Isaac Wylde--
25 years of age--
Courageous leader--

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Closing the cap on the somewhat dusty bottle, she reached over and retrieved her large, sturdy bag. Not that she needed that much space, but it was great for a pillager, explorer and collector like her. And the many rooms it had, well that was just a bonus.

Other than the empty bottles and the two full ones she had left, her bag contained a lot of paper. Be it pages of books, newspapers, posters or merely letters. Matter of human activity was something, that had kept her sane in her time alone. Just knowing, that while they might be dead, they had excisted had a big role in her survival.

She closed the bag and swung it over her shoulder, so it rested on the other side of the gun and the large gauntlet. Which, while it was a great asset in near contact fighting, was quite unhandy to run around with.

”Well, we better get going, won’t we, Shirley?” She muttered and patted her gun awkwardly. She started walking at a slow, but steady pace, but didn’t get very far, before something on the ground made her stop.

She skidded down and run her gloved hand along the dusty footsteps. Animal footsteps. It had been a while, since she had seen some of those. A grin began to appear on her face. A reaction to the images of various meat dishes – though spartanian, still better than what she usually got – that ran through her head. ”It seems I’m in luck,” she muttered and looked from side to side, trying to decide, which way it had gone.

After about ten minutes, Isaac's "men" had been assembled in a line in front of him. He used that term loosely because Devon was female. However, her personality might have suggested otherwise. "I don't know why we're just standing around here," she snapped impatiently. "Whoever it is is probably getting closer as we speak." Isaac could have rolled his eyes, but he was used to her antics by now. All of them had been together for six months, since Catastrophe.

"I dunno, we could just set a trap," Lee suggested, "They'll just wander right into camp, and we nab them."

Park started flailing, his voice frantic. "But what if they have a means of communication, like a radio? They'll definitely give up our location! If it's one of those violent factions, we'll all be killed or enslaved for our resources!"

Isaac perched a foot up on a rock beside him, nodding solemnly. "Park is right. We can't risk letting them into camp without knowing their inventory. They could have an atom gun, a radio, grenades...Who knows. We have to get them before they get us. If they are well-meaning, I'll be pleased to allow them into the colony."

Isaac took the goggles hanging loosely around his neck and snapped them over his eyes. Goggles protected from the sand flying around the wastes, in addition to the scarves they generally tied around their mouths. The rest of his group mirrored him with their own goggles, saying nothing more on the subject. Their leader had spoken. They had to protect the colony, and that was that.

"Right," Isaac said, slinging his gun on his shoulder again. "Let's go."

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The group of them had managed to stalk the individual into the foothills just outside of camp. They hid in well-concealed ditches, biding their time. Isaac noted that whoever it was wasn't very tall. It was either a short man or a woman. It was still unapparent due to the layers of ratty clothing obscuring their actual body. They had black hair. Every once in a while, the person would kneel to the floor, as if checking for tracks. Park was especially distressed when he found the stranger was carrying a gun. It made sense, all things considered. But it made them difficult to sneak up on.

Isaac lifted a hand to his lips, shushing his party members. He gestured for them to duck into the ditch and out of sight--at least from the stranger's distance. He reached down for a handful of stones, hoping that his idea might work in their favor, and chucked the stones downhill in the stranger's direction. After that, he dove into the ditch with his other comrades and waited.

The tracks had already been quite old as she found them, and it made it all that harder to figure out if she was going in the right direction. It would be a real disappointment, if she turned out to be going the wrong way. She could already nearly taste the tasty, red meat. She grinned to herself and stroke her hand almost lovingly over the dented ground.

”Sadly, I will have to kill you. But know your death will not go to waste. It’ll fill up an empty stomach.” She mumbled, quite sadly, before laughing a little to herself. But as soon as she caught herself, she halted to a stop and shook her head. No need to act like a crazy – even though, she probably could call herself that.

Her head whipped to the side by the sounds of rolling stones, and she leaped to cover, cursing herself for her moment of obliviousness. Her eyes found the place, where it would be logically for the stones to roll from, but there were no signs of anything. Definitely not a sheep, it’s quite too fast, she muttered in her mind, before nodding.

”Only one way too find out.” She pulled her cape closer to her body, the sandy coulered cloth were good for many things, also the act of moving nearly unnoticed. She had passed through quite a lot of places, where violent ’tribes’ were ruling, so she had learned herself to become nearly invisible by moving from hiding spot to hiding spot.

Her eyes scanned the surrounding, before she found a quick and stone filled path. She took a deep breath and strained her muscles, before running huddled to the next stone, and from that one to the next. She wasn’t sure if it was one of those ’kill on sight’-groups, as they normally traveled in packs and would have fallen over her the moment she slipped up.

Isaac peeked out over the edge of the ditch to see where the stranger had moved to. He saw nothing immediately. Whoever it was had simply disappeared from sight. He could not tell if the falling stones had prompt the person to investigate or flee from the scene. Or, at the very least, camouflage themselves as Isaac and the others had.

"Damn," Isaac cursed quietly. He gestured for the rest of the group to wriggle closer so he could speak without fear of being overheard. "Okay, here's what we're going to do," he whispered. "Lee, Devon... You two go around the eastern rim. Keeps your guns ready, in case whoever it is sees you and tries to take you out. Marcus, Park... You stay here and cover me. I'm going down."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?!" Park hissed. "By yourself?"

"Don't be paranoid," Marcus said, "Isaac is quicker on the draw than all of us." Devon rolled her eyes, muttering, "Debatable." Isaac ignored her. "Go, all of you. Remember what I said, and watch yourselves."

Without speaking further, the blond grasped his rifle tightly between his fingers. He crept over the side of the trench, trying to follow a relatively sheltered path downhill. If the stranger was headed in his direction, they would most assuredly run into one another. Isaac did not know if they would try to attack or talk first. If they attacked, he would try his best to overpower them. He had his men to back him up if that scenario occurred.

However, if the stranger accosted him with words, Isaac would react accordingly. He preferred discussion over violence in most cases. He much preferred the circumstances to be resolved peacefully. There were no guarantees in either direction, but he had to at least try. "My name is Isaac Wylde," he practiced under his breath. "I mean you no harm!"

It was still quiet. No guns going of, shooting wildly and blind against her, as most violent factions would do. Which she found quite foolishly – though scary, when you were the rabbit. In those fight, she could do two things. Flee, should there be no way for her to get close without being out in the open, or take them down one by one – not with firepower, but stealth and brain. And her insanely strong gauntlet, which had a ’steel grip’. A pun she found to be funny. Her opinion of funny had been twisted quite a lot since she began traveling alone.

Her movements were flowing but quite slow, as she were not in active combat yet. A cat, her father once had said, she reminded him off. A large feline. She had begun training at a young age with her father, both in martial art and in other skills you needed to survive. Now, when she thinks back at it, it was like he knew something like this would happen. But if he had, she had said to herself many times, then he would definitely say something.

Then someone spoke. Not very high, because that was not needed in an open place like the one, they were in. Still, the voice made her quiver in surprise and push herself against the stone, she was currently hiding behind. It had so long since she had actually heard another human voice, not just the grunts and vague yells, that violent tribes offered her. No harm, she thought and gave a small snort. There were no way to be sure of that, for all she knew, it could have been a trap. No, the smartest way would be too surprise him and make him unable to fight back.

The voice, which was definitely a males, gave away, that he was coming closer, so she crept up onto the stone and positioned herself, so she could get a powerful jump and use her force and weight to surprise him – and if lucky, cause him to lose his breath.

He was camouflaged, but she knew what to look after, when he came into the sight. Her blue eyes followed his huddled form. He looked like he could fight, so she silently pulled her small knife out of it’s protective holder and waited. When he was in the right place, she jumped and aimed, so her knees would be able to hold his arms down and her gauntlet his head, while she would be able to point the knife at his face.