The young woman had just celebrated her 23rd birthday. She stood at approximately six feet, getting her height from her father's side. She weighed a few kilo's less then she should, and muscles were evident, even if most of them were just beginning. Her skin was dirty, her red hair grimy, and in a mess of curls. Freckles dotted her sun kissed skin. She wore dark clothes, the jacket she had had for two years on her back, a hunting knife strapped to her leg, and a dagger tucked into the belt of her pants. she wore the pack on her back, which had a holder for her bow, and arrows so that they were in easy reach. 

She walked with a determined stride, occasionally looking about her. She saw the gas station, and after a quick study, she strode into it. She stopped dead when she saw a corpse, and studying it for any signs of fungus, but concluded he had died of the gun shot wound to his chest, she felt safe taking the gas mask from it. She placed it on her head, ready to pull down when needed, and took a look around. 

She didn't take any food. she was quite capable of hunting her own, and in fact, felt better doing it. Leave the food for anyone else, for those that couldn't hunt. She strode out, with a small bottle of water and drank it down. She kept the empty bottle, shoving it in a pocket, and continued towards the town. She looked up at the sky, judging the time and figured that she should probably find a place to lie low, if only for a few hours. 

She saw the sign "'Welcome to Brokvile". She stopped, and pulled down the gas mask, entering the town. She didn't know if it was safe, or not, but thought, [i]Why risk it?[/i]. She didn't enter the first houses she saw, but instead, she waited until she was a little bit further in, studying the decay, the lose. She soon found a building that appeared abandoned, and went inside it. After going through it, she settled in the shop front, behind the counter. The shop appeared to be a small book store, many shelves empty. 

She settled back, and looked up at the ceiling. Her name was Heloise Stevens, and she was alone.