[center][h1] A Challenger Approaches
Act 1.3: Into the Storm [/h1] [/center]

The sign for the city limits passed, and the falling cloud grew ever nearer, as rubber bit against asphalt, propelling the non-descript white truck onward, a hand reaching from the wheel, to tug up the electronic button that would raise the left window of her cab. Last thing she needed was to get any of that stuff onto her by chance. Serene had to, however, quickly reach over and pull the right window tab up, slowing automatically as she did so, the truck swerving a tad as she did so, while she tried to drive and close the window. Thankfully neither were that low to begin with, so it was easy. She already had an umbrella up front, and a map of the city, and the closer she got, the more she had come to realize how localized the initial blast must have been. The lack of damage on the outskirts indicated that odds were, this wasn't a larger scale attack, nor a nuke, nor an alien invasion. Course, if it had been a nuke, odds were she would have been too close to survive anyway. But still, as she drove into the more industrial part of the city, she couldn't help but scan her surroundings, turning around corners, avoiding anyone losing their collective shit, looking for something.

And then, she found it.

Above the skyline, laid an abandoned factory, or a warehouse, she wasn't sure. It would do for the moment though. She drove around to where the back should be, past the long wide open gates that would normally keep people out. Act like you own the place, besides, its just to catch your bearings. She spied a loading dock, and drove up, turning and reversing into the dock, incase she had to make a quick run for it later. Thankfully, it was covered, and it was angled in such a way that unless the winds changed, and some of the stuff that could eventually fall past started falling in, she'd be safe and dry from the strange chemical. She turned off the truck, and unlocked the doors, popping the driver's door, and hopped out. Once on the other side, she locked it to be safe, and hurried around to the ramp that led up, quickly climbing up the stairs next to it, and round to her truck's back hatch, which she opened the coverings top part, pulling out a small toolkit, which contained a crowbar, lockpick, flashlight, and of course, a go-pro. Time for some urban exploration. Hell, if she was lucky, the company who had owned this place had gone bankrupt, and perhaps, she could find a way to buy the entire place from the city if that was possible.

She pulled out a miner's helmet, and slipped it on, attaching the go-pro to the top, and once confirming it was on via checking her phone's connected app, she walked to the curiously...unlocked smaller entrance door, and looked inside, her flashlight on, as she scanned her surroundings. Nothing. Just the normal area you'd expect just beyond a loading dock, some abandoned pylons, a...forklift left by itself...curious. She danced the flashlight around, wondering just what kind of...place it had been, as she stepped inside, letting the door slid shut behind her, but not before finding a convenient rock to prop it open with, just incase. This was looking a lot more like a factory or say, meat packing plant than anything else...she figured there was bound to be a place for a foreman or someone else to live. This place did look that kind of old fashioned.

And as she set off into the darkness, she couldn't help but shudder, hoping that there wouldn't be a clan of ninjas, drug dealers, or monsters in the place's depths...she just wanted a nice place to temporarily call home. And if she was lucky as she'd thought before, she could get it all cheap, and turn at least part into a home...Onwards she goes.