Post by Camile on Sept 27, 2014 22:18:44 GMT -5
Northeast of Miracle lies what was the great lakes. Now dried it's worse than a desert as the pollution that once teamed the waters with microbes and disgusting filth lays all over the barren lands. The water have long since dried up and the remnants of society litter everywhere. Broken boats, bags of trash, barrels with varying content all marked with bio hazard labels... or were once marked with bio hazardous labels. Every now and again you can find brittle, old human remains as well from where mobs would make murder witnesses vanish... or at least that's what she had been told about its history.
Still it had taken her a long time to get out here and now as she looked down into the depths that had no water... she was starting to wonder just why she had even bothered. Shaking her head she moved over to a not so steep hill and slid slowly down. Sand filled her shoes though luckily she had a fresh pair of socks on. Her jeans were tattered and a bit worn, the light blue tank top displayed her bare arms out to the sun. She wore a baseball cap over her hair that was pulled into a pony tail, and she had a handkerchief tied around her face to make sure if any sand kicked up it wouldn't be able to find its way into her mouth.
She managed to get down the first plateau with no problem but as she looked down the second she shook her head a little. Going down may have not been a problem... but getting up certainly would be. She moved over to a small boat and looked around it, tilting her head from side to side and gave it a kick. The board she kicked fell out but the rest stayed in place. Heaving off her back pack she placed it down and pulled out a long length of rope from within and tied it off. She slung the back pack back over her shoulder and started to walk around the plateau, gathering up things and moved them onto the boat for added weight. The last thing she would need was a boat crashing down on her head as she tried to climb back up. The boat, after so many years of disrepair weighed less than her easily.
When she finished stocking it up with heavy items she was sweating and cursing under her breath. She pulled the canteen from her bag and took a small drink of it before placing it back. She gave a tug to the rope and the boat, satisfied with its weight she started to scale down the side, gripping tightly to the rope till she reached the bottom. Once down she surveyed around the broken boats, pulling her bow from around her shoulders and set an arrow into place. Her feet hardly made a sound as she walked across the ground, brown eyes steeling themselves for any signs of trouble.
The day was rather warm... even warmer from all the walking and work she had done just to get here. She had told many people before leaving where she was headed... so in case she didn't return they'd know. She had been called crazy by many but she just had this feeling... like something was calling her here. She had to find out what it was and why she had dreamed of this place.
Rounding another rusted ship she moved over to it's ladder and placed the bow and arrow away. She leapt up, grabbing the lowest ring and hauled herself carefully up the the boat. She peeked onto the top, once again looking for monsters before she headed towards the door to the lower level of the boat. She opened it and darted back, pulling this time her machete. Her hand was shaking a little but she drew slow deep breaths... small spaces were never easy for her but she had to have faith that she could do this as she moved slowly into the bowels of the ship.
Still it had taken her a long time to get out here and now as she looked down into the depths that had no water... she was starting to wonder just why she had even bothered. Shaking her head she moved over to a not so steep hill and slid slowly down. Sand filled her shoes though luckily she had a fresh pair of socks on. Her jeans were tattered and a bit worn, the light blue tank top displayed her bare arms out to the sun. She wore a baseball cap over her hair that was pulled into a pony tail, and she had a handkerchief tied around her face to make sure if any sand kicked up it wouldn't be able to find its way into her mouth.
She managed to get down the first plateau with no problem but as she looked down the second she shook her head a little. Going down may have not been a problem... but getting up certainly would be. She moved over to a small boat and looked around it, tilting her head from side to side and gave it a kick. The board she kicked fell out but the rest stayed in place. Heaving off her back pack she placed it down and pulled out a long length of rope from within and tied it off. She slung the back pack back over her shoulder and started to walk around the plateau, gathering up things and moved them onto the boat for added weight. The last thing she would need was a boat crashing down on her head as she tried to climb back up. The boat, after so many years of disrepair weighed less than her easily.
When she finished stocking it up with heavy items she was sweating and cursing under her breath. She pulled the canteen from her bag and took a small drink of it before placing it back. She gave a tug to the rope and the boat, satisfied with its weight she started to scale down the side, gripping tightly to the rope till she reached the bottom. Once down she surveyed around the broken boats, pulling her bow from around her shoulders and set an arrow into place. Her feet hardly made a sound as she walked across the ground, brown eyes steeling themselves for any signs of trouble.
The day was rather warm... even warmer from all the walking and work she had done just to get here. She had told many people before leaving where she was headed... so in case she didn't return they'd know. She had been called crazy by many but she just had this feeling... like something was calling her here. She had to find out what it was and why she had dreamed of this place.
Rounding another rusted ship she moved over to it's ladder and placed the bow and arrow away. She leapt up, grabbing the lowest ring and hauled herself carefully up the the boat. She peeked onto the top, once again looking for monsters before she headed towards the door to the lower level of the boat. She opened it and darted back, pulling this time her machete. Her hand was shaking a little but she drew slow deep breaths... small spaces were never easy for her but she had to have faith that she could do this as she moved slowly into the bowels of the ship.