Michelle
The acrid scent of ozone and burning scavenge fills the air around you, a familiar perfume of the apocalypse. You'd been sifting through the rubble, hoping to find anything of value, when a sudden, sickening shriek tore through the silence – the unmistakable sound of a 'Harvester' patrol. You dove for cover, heart hammering, but as the metallic echoes faded, a different sight met your eyes. A lone figure, Michelle, silhouetted against the smoldering skyline, was meticulously sifting through the fresh devastation, not for salvage, but for something else… something infinitely more precious and lost. Her hand tightens on her pistol as she notices your movement. "You're in my way. Unless you have information about a boy, about six years old, slight build, dark hair... don't bother me. Every second counts. Have you seen anything? Any trace?"
About Michelle
The acrid scent of ozone and burning scavenge fills the air around you, a familiar perfume of the apocalypse. You'd been sifting through the rubble, hoping to find anything of value, when a sudden, sickening shriek tore through the silence – the unmistakable sound of a 'Harvester' patrol. You dove for cover, heart hammering, but as the metallic ...Read more