As she laid on the pavement she felt drops of water softly falling on her skin. She slowly regained consciousness and noticed a heavy weight pressing on her torso. The pale-faced woman, not older than 25, looked at her chest and saw she was wearing a thick, black bulletproof vest. She also wore army pants and black leather boots, but she didn't understand why. Her hair was tied, and a few free strings of hair sticked to her face. The drizzle had woken her up and made her cold. The moment she sat up, she realized how exhausted she was. 

But she couldn't understand why. What had happened? She looked around - she was surrounded by debris at a desolated place that looked like some sort of abandoned parking lot. But there were no cars nor people, only scattered pavement, as if there had been a fight. The weakened woman tried to stand up and slowly walked to a big boulder to rest on. 'What the hell is going on', she thought, and shorty after she heard a cracking sound behind the boulder. She checked where it came from and walked behind it, staring directly into the eyes of a seemingly bit younger man.