Ivanna’s fingers hooked onto the edge with every might she had in her bone. Pulling herself up through the bitterness that came after the endless war. Which ironically did end after some time, whether it was through the understanding of destruction or bitter leaders died out, or maybe it was because the loss of so many lives grew too personal. Ivanna’s feet landed roughly against the broken wall that was blown apart too many times to be secured. Yet it was better than traversing the land devoured by landmines. One wrong move and she would fly like a bird, well at least a piece of her would. 

As the dark joke settled in her mind, she pressed forward. Boots of a dead man that was surprisingly in good shape gripped the stone structure like a vice on a soul. A low hymn escaping her ruby lips, some tribes still had some idea of a catchy rhythm. One foot after another, ignoring the bony limb remains of some soldier who thought himself a hero before the mine changed his path forever. Honestly, if she was with Issac this would take just as long. He hated skeletons more than climbing across some minefield. Though the thought of him squealing like a little girl made her laugh.

After another tedious balance of broken walls and debris just so that she wouldn’t plummet down into the loving embrace of an explosion she reached the ruined factory. It was smaller than what she expected, lined with markings of war and death across every wall, the roof barely a structure to trust, and of course whatever laid inside was a fortune. Prewar tech sold better than most bounties, and instead of facing a barrage of insults and bullets from dying men… maybe a few scraps would sell well in the market.

Slowly she steadied herself on the rim of the roof, her blonde hair flowing freely as if the wind itself was pulling out the debris to make herself presentable. Her nimble fingers worked fast and hard to just tie the rope on something that was better than duct tape and prayers. Inch by inch she worked herself down until her boots hit first. Echoing the sound of her feet as she slowly begin to explore the factory. Brushing against panels. Messing with buttons. Anything and everything to see if this decayed factory still had some life to give out.