Sophie had been ten when the bombs had fallen. She had been a sweet, kind little girl with a happy demeanor. She loved her parents and loved to play outside. On the day of the bombs, she had been curled up in her bomb shelter with her parents, crying and whimpering in fear. They stayed in the bomb shelter for three years, having been prepared for this, her father a bit of a worrier. But then the food had ran out...They weren't sure how the land would be but her father had gone out because his little girl was hungry. Her mother and she waited for three days but he never came back. They finally left the shelter, going to look for food, her mother not wanting to leave her alone. They found a bit of food, going back to the shelter but finding it full of mutants. They barely got away, their first encounter with them. They began to learn to hide themselves, learned to scavenge in the night and sleep in the day, though her mother barely slept, keeping watch for her daughter, fearful for losing her. It was just one more year that she had with her mother before she lost her as well to a mutant who surprised them in a house one day. Sophie was able to hide to her mother's relief but she witnessed her death. It was just Sophie now but the lessons she had learned from her mother had kept her alive, able to hide easily as she was a small girl. She roamed, never settling long, knowing that would get her killed.