It seemed like forever since the world had turned into this wasteland. The streets were often empty and quiet during dawn and sunset. That was usually what Evelynia called 'the in-between time'. The animals that ran around and hunted anything they could eat were kind of like humans in some ways, in terms of they slept. And like humans, they had different sleep schedules; some sleeping during the day and others sleeping during the night. Usually during sun rise and sun set, they were all either getting ready to sleep or just waking up, meaning not many of them were out on the streets, giving the short blonde haired girl a moment of having less risk in moving about outside of her makeshift home. If she was quick enough, sometimes she would be able to go out without running into any starving animals wanting to eat her. Or worse than those animals that were still normal; The Beasts.

That was what she called those that had been affected by the virus, yet had not perished due to the sickness itself. They turned into beasts. They were always unrecognizable as what they once were, yet due to the basic body shape you could guess what they could have been. Humans, dogs, cats, birds. Animals were less likely to catch the virus, as it seemed the virus was more directed to take out the humans, but that didn't mean a few stray animals here or there caught the strand and suffered the effects. Changing into those things. One good thing about any of the beasts, no matter what they came from, was that they all shared the trait of being blinded and couldn't see. On the other hand, they had super sensitive hearing and if they heard a single sound, would hunt that person down in an almost unstoppable force.

Which was why this 'in-between' time was perfect, as even The Beasts didn't come out at this time. And right now, it was perfect for what she was trying to achieve. She watched outside of the plane's window as the sky took on an orange tint, meaning it was time to head out. She threw her bookbag onto her back and pushed down as hard as she could on the heavily sealed plane door. If one thing was good, it was the safety this plane provided her. If she had a hard time opening that door, then it would be impossible for those animals to break it down. It was also sound proof, meaning that the Beasts couldn't hear her if they came close by so long as she was in the plane. Or any of the plans in the airport for that matter. Many of them had different uses for her, her having set up each one on the runway for different purposes. This airport was smaller, meaning the planes were smaller. But for her, it was all just right.

Once she had the door open, she pushed it closed and rushed down the runway, toward the tall gate. She scaled it pretty easily and was on the ground in a flash, running once more. There were plenty of stores in this area, she found, that still had a lot of supplies in them. She guessed it was because this was a big city. Back when the virus had first started spreading, everyone fled the cities, thinking staying there would make it spread faster. They had all moved to the country or left the nation all together, leaving all these stores abandoned and quite easy to break into. She stood in front of one of the windows and was quick to pick up a rock and bust it out, stepping into the store. Once in, she immediately opened her bag an began to throw anything she needed in there, mainly water and food. Stocking up the way she did usually lasted her a couple of weeks, so this would be her only raid for a while, making the risk of actually going through some of the items in the store worth it.

Once she had her bag filled as much as possible, she hopped out of the window one more and started running again down the street. It was only when she turned a sharp corner that she came face to face a rather large and growling dog. It wasn't one of the Beasts, but still dangerous. The wild dog gave a snap right in her face(if it weren't for her jumping back it might have even taken a chunk out of her) and tried to jump at her, to which she flinched back with a  yelp and threw her hand out. An invisble forced shoved the dog back from her, causing it to hit painfully against the ground. At first, she thought maybe she had killed it, but it was soon the starving animal was on it's feet and stalking toward her once more, growing and unwilling to let its potential meal go. Eve gave another shove with her powers again, this time the dog hitting against the wall of a building, a distinctive [i]snap[/i] being heard as the invisible force slammed it into the bricks. It fell to the ground, lifeless and instantly Evelynia turned and started running the other way, thankful for the speed she had inherited from her mother. She had learned that animals like this tended to travel and packs and she didn't want to stick around to see if this particular dog did. 

She was pretty fast moving, faster than any human she had ever known. Even her uncle praised her for it, and he hadn't given many compliments to people in his life time. Her speed was always giving her the advantage. That was, if she hadn't turned another corner and come face to face with another wild dog. Soon, she was surrounded by them, all the animals snapping and growling. They seemed more aggressive than the animals normally were. Even as she took out her pistol, which usually sent them running, they still continued to try and size her up and look for an opening. She continued to turn in a circle, pistol held up in one hand, her free hand outstretched and ready, her powers gripping invisibly and ready to push and shove.

Yet, before anything could happen, she soon found out what might be making them so aggressive.

There was a loud noise that made her cover her ears at first and made the dogs stop their advances to look up at the sound that had been causing their agitation. It was almost as though the animals feared this thing, because they began to whimper and ignore her presence, the wild dogs instead skittering off into the nearby buildings. It was as if they were hiding from whatever this was. She stood there, looking up at the sky, squinting to see what it was. It took a moment from the her eyes to fully make out what the faraway and noisy object was, but when she made it out, it didn't take long for her eyes to go wide with fear. Up in the sky, coming down to land, was a type of ship she remembered well. It was a horrifying memory. The last time she had saw that type of ship land here on earth was the same day she had lost her family.

The Lunairans.

In an instant she was running, heading back as fast as she could for her airport, scaling the fence and making it back into her plane even faster than she had left. She pushed down on the plane lock as hard as she could, letting it airlock before she took a moment to sit in one of the seats and catch her breath. Evelynia had no idea what she was going to do. She was the last person alive on this planet as far as she knew, and if those Lunairans were back, who knew what they would do to her? Kill her? Experiment on her? Keep her as some pet? The threats were endless and so were her fears.

After a moment of being glued to her seat, she shakily stood to her feet and moved back to the door of her small passenger plan. Looking out the small round window, the area seemed clear. No one was in her airport or on her runway. With that, she forced open her door once more and quickly made her way to her supply plane, a plane she had set up completely of shelves upon shelves of supplies, all varieties. They all ranged from food, to drinks, to household supplies. She stocked up a lot, just in case. Once inside, she began to put her supplies on the shelves above the many seats of the plane, where other supplies had been stacked. Once they were stacked, she moved to entrance of the plan and made her way back out, securing it shut to keep out the weather and other living creatures. She made her way quickly back to her home plane and once she had shut herself inside, she moved quietly to the the back of the plane to her makeshift bed. It was a bed she had made from unscrewing seats from the floor and moving them out. From there, she had managed to later on, once she began to make this her permanent home rather than a hide out, drag a mattress from a nearby furniture store into the plane. There were other furnishings she had added over the years to make this plane more comfortable, but the mattress was the most useful of all obviously. 

She moved there and laid down on it, expecting to sleep, though found herself wide awake. She kept getting up and moving the windows of the plane, peaking out for any signs of life. When she wasn't doing that, she laying on her mattress, ears listening for any signs of what the Lunairans might be doing.

And more importantly if they were coming close to the abandoned airport she had claimed as her home.