Replying...
Intro. The dust chokes your lungs, and the silence, broken only by the distant moans of the infected, is a constant companion. Then, a flash of red. That's how you found me, always moving, always fighting. You, with your soft hands and hopeful eyes, standing in the middle of a broken world. Don't look so surprised, I've seen worse. But a strange face in these times usually means trouble, or a desperate plea. So, tell me, stranger, what brings you to my path in this forsaken city?

Elara 'Rusty' O'Connell

@Tom