((Scenario: The Chinese have invaded the USA and in four days managed to take hold to the Mississippi river with a few pockets of American resistance here and there and so the American Military fights back too.))
:: Lisa had come to America to avoid war and conflict, trusting the borders of the gleaming country that was putting on a show to hide the corruption, economic trouble and civil unrest. She escaped to the forests of the west, working her way up to a Ranger on her work visa and becoming a citizen of the US just three months before making full Ranger. These were her forests, she had tried to protect them but she couldn't have known they would be invaded by the Chinese. She didn't even have time (or desire) to escape across the country, across the Mississippi River to the fragile safety of protected American soil. No, the only thing she'd been able to do was the same damn thing she'd run from in Romania, gorilla warfare, hiding, running, and trying to stay alive or take as many bastards with her as she could before she died.
She'd heard the fight in the distance as the Americans struck a near by Chinese supply depot; Lisa finding inner glee that the Americans were still in the fight, not giving up on their land or the people trapped under the new rule. Her forest had been declared a no-go-zone by the Red Army, unfamiliar with the trees and the mountain side they climbed up, they lost more men than it was worth to booby traps and lucky sniping. She was getting better and better, her kill count making her sick but survival making her smile. Fear slammed into her as she'd heard the S.A.M. hit the chopper headed back toward The River, it's propellers suddenly muffled by the impact and then the s c r e e c h
of heated, twisted
metal hushed in a whack
against the tree tops before splintering her ears with the sounds of its crash and burn.
Hiding her entrance to the cave network she'd been hunkered down in, Lisa whistled for her horse, miraculously still alive and staying with her despite not ever being tied up; the horse didn't even have a saddle and the bit and reins he normally wore was long gone, leaving him naked and wild looking in his painted pattern of browns and whites perfect for the patchy snowy ground of the forest floor. Simon was his name, Simon and Lisa had been partners for her entire time here, four years, and in that time they knew each other. Backpack with basic medical supplies raided from the watch towers (currently booby trapped to prevent the Chinese from using the radios as she did to catch up on news across The River
), and her rifle with her sniper rifle slung over her shoulder and across her back, revolver on her hip, desert eagle in a shoulder holster, she obviously found some guns outside the ranger station. Also tucked into her belt was a couple leather strips and a pouch with stones in it along side a couple strings with stones tied to the ends. A mix of primitive weapons and modern weapons, the green cargo pant wearing Ranger in the dirty wife beater and half-way buttoned matching green service shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to her elbows under the thicker bomber jacket she'd confiscated from her former human partner killed in the first attack on the forest in the late night of the first day of attacks on the coast only six days ago; Lisa Rubles was a one woman rescue team.
At a confident run, the horse bolted through the forest toward the wreckage, a keen understanding of the mountain and where it sounded like it went down, where it was burning, she prayed the invaders wouldn't send in a clean-up team. It was only five minutes that he laid there after the wreck, the first sixty-seconds he was probably unconscious for. The snow collecting in her black curls even as she tried to keep them restrained in a bun at the back of her head held tight with a strip of leather. Simon got itchy as they approached the flames, feeling her thighs gripping his sides, guiding him which way to go and encouraging him to continue closer he'd feel when she finally eased up and he slowed, their body language doing the communicating, protecting them from the enemy so the horse didn't have to be risked getting snagged on anything.
Throwing her leg over she hopped down and trusted the horse to stay close, frowning deeply at the mangled wreckage and slew of bodies. Unable to help it, she cried silent rivers of tears to think of their lives so hopeful moments ago with celebration of victory and retreat to fight again... only now they couldn't. Her boots laced up over her pants and had a couple knives fitted into them but it was her riffle she had in hand, ground-ward, finger over the trigger guard and ready to shift at a moments instinct while her rare and pale jade eyes swept across the burning fire.
At first, she didn't see anyone moving but his breath was hot and steamed into the air above his face, the fire illuminating it from behind and shifting her steps into a trot in his direction. Quietly her Romanian accent filtered through in a smokey whisper:: Sir! Sir, are you awake?
::Shifting the rifle to her side on its strap, she'd take it off and set it along side her, the sniper rifle joining it so she could take her backpack off with worry creased in her fine dark brows:: Can you hear me, Sir? My name is Lisa Rubles, I am... was, a park ranger here...Where are you hurt?
::Mini flashlight taken out to blind him in the eyes and test his pupil reaction as she asked him where he was hurt. If it wasn't too bad, she'd throw something over his open wound and get him on the horse (at five-four she'd have to ask Simon to bow and help her out
) so she could look for more survivors and they could get the hell out of here. Lisa could look for usable parts and equipment in the daylight.::-d ((Scenario: Resident Evil with a little creative liberty in the partner Company River Renewable Energies that assisted in power requirements and the self sufficiency of the underground cities and so on. In this scenario, the former CEO of said company has survived the outbreak and the near dead planet... and she's not alone.))
::It is an exhausting life, that of the superstitious. Every day a new look into the universe. Every thing wrought with deep meaning and insight into the grand plan; it's exhausting, to live such a life. As the CEO of a cutting edge Energy conglomerate, Raven River had entrusted her spirituality to guide her in some of the toughest, and eventually most profitable business ventures and technological advances of her time. Perhaps she got greedy and twisted, her concentration less pure, her interpretations of the Spirits guidance corrupted by her desire for success. What ever the reason, she had begun to see the signs of her destruction. She ignored them at first, but in the end, it was undeniable. The Umbrella Corporation, which she had allied with, was corrupting her and worse, the world.
All titans eventually fall, it's the nature of the beast and India, the name she had adopted, was now reduced to a self sufficient drifter in a desolate world of flesh eating zombies and cut throat survivors. Armed only with cunning wit, survivalists instinct, and finely honed paranoia, the Native American woman managed to stay alive and well provided for in exchange with her services to the Spirits. Doing what they require without her own pretenses. Delusional? Maybe, but then, in a time of the Apocalypse everyone needed hope.
India didn't pretend to understand the motives of others and when the unknown woman at the Sporting Goods store had set out water and an MRE for her, without any request for a return, it did cross her mind that it was poisoned. It seemed unlikely since she and the man who had accompanied her seemed to leave without looking back but India wouldn't put it past them to circle around when they were sure she'd be dead or incapacitated and steal what was left; so, she didn't take it. Neither did she say she didn't need it. That would give too much information. Out in the desert wasteland, it'd be difficult to follow the lumbering horse without being noticed so the CEO was confident she hadn't been followed after her short raid of the sporting goods store. Two rolls of fishing line and a pair of biking gloves which were a little lose but she could fix that.
As she approached her camp, a light shimmered through the cracks of the barn, alerting her to the intruder. With her jaw clenched her heart suddenly lept in her chest. The Native American was a thinking woman not a fighting woman and she came to hate these unknown situations! Sliding off the horse with ease, landing on her cowboy booted feet with the grace of a feline she hushed her horse and prompted him to stay where he was. Quietly as she could manage, which was pretty quiet but not assassin quiet, India paused to the far side of the barn. Bow lifted, string drawn to her cheek, the motion lifted the maroon dyed leather vest that was tightly laced around her torso to reveal just a thin line of her abdomen before the thick brown leather belt held her blue jeans to her hips. Faded and patched, they looked like they could use a wash too even tucked into her boots as they were the way boots were supposed to be warn; protecting her from unwanted visitors up the pant-leg among other things. The long braids normally laid across the swell of her bosom were carefully shifted behind her, across her back to lick across her waist.
She lifted her voice in warning, calm and lightly accented by her native Kiowa tongue but carefully articulated by years of precisely spoken English and engineering.:: Please keep your light aimed at the ground and exit the barn with your hands where I can see them.
::Raven might not be a CEO anymore but she still knew how to throw calm command in her voice and keep her breath calm and her aim steady as those dark pools of her eyes set in naturally dark and sun-reddened skin upon the whole of the barn encase there was more than one coming from anywhere. Praying to the Spirits for a peaceful outcome.::-d- ((Scenario: Scientists tried to use genetic tampering to better foods and accidentally caused a rapid evolutionary mutation in the worlds flora and fauna. In a desperate attempt to save the world without having the time to do so, they estimated the hundred years it would take for the evolution to slow and for any chance to overtaking it to be had and froze a team of experts and guardians until such a time when they'd have a chance to combat the evolution. What they didn't count on was the chaos or the intensity of the evolution which effected humanity through the food and made humanities evolution inevitable but not all were accepting of this reality. Purists took over cities and built vasts walls to combat the world taking everything back and leaving the evo's (evolved beings) to fend for themselves in the outlands (anywhere outside a city). In this scenario it's been closer to five hundred years and my character is among a line of the scientists that froze the team and has devoted her life to finding the chamber to set the saviors free only through time there's only one left.))
::Rumor grabbed one of the old swivel chairs and ripped the spine off of it to jam it in the door handles in her vain attempt to keep the uglies from busting through. The loud thuds ricocheted off the steel walls and vibrated through the grated floor accented by the heavy footfalls of her own weighted boots. The outlander didn't hesitate as she ran right up to the port hole and jerked the lid upward only enough to allow her five and a half foot frame decked out in her too big jump suit and utility belt slung low on her hips and full of odd-ball things down the shoot. Her satchel strapped cross-body to keep the pack itself secure at the small of her back. Finger-less gloved hands grasped the ladder as she released the door and slid down the sides old-school Navy style to avoid being hit in the head with the heavy door that automatically locked behind her. She'd worry about getting out once she confirmed the Saviors were here.
Dropping to the ground with a heavy pant she brushed dark brown hair that needed a good washing, back from her face and took a moment to look around as she retied her braid-bun as it threatened to undo and stood upright sliding her hands across the wide curve of her hips not at all flattered by the shapeless drape of the man's jumpsuit she wore and patched in a variety of greens, blues, purples and pinks. Unlikely but prudent camouflage believe it or not and this
room wasn't what she expected? So many consoles with more buttons and switches, screens and lights that held no power it left the Evo a little daunted. The room was not that large but office supplies were aged and scattered everywhere; chairs over turned, and a few blood splatters said the exit hadn't been orderly at all. At least there weren't any bodies.
Rumor grabbed her satchel and swung it to her front as she looked at the north side of the room where a large glass wall separated the cryo chamber. Rows of empty slots spanned for at least fifty-feet. Some she could tell had failed and the people who were held inside died a long time ago. She was glad that the pods themselves didn't break or this place would wreak of stale death! Getting out the book that had brought her here, the tanned skinned woman stepped up to the only console on the same wall as the cryo chamber, which looked complete with lockers and showers for the newly awoken. Following the step-by step instructions, she powered up the console and punched in the sequence and pod numbers to start the thaw. Only one responded with some error warnings about failures with the others that she didn't understand since she wasn't actually
literate. The book had pictures and her family had made it their mission to pass down the need to free the saviors through the passage of the operations manual with hand-written and drawn notes of instruction so all she had to do was match button for button in order. As a result, her dried lips prayed for a blessing; this was
the first piece of tech she'd ever touched aside from a good laser pistol.:: 'ere goh's nuut'n
::She sighed as she pushed the final acceptance button and lifted her bio-luminescent blue eyes to watch, waiting to see what the surviving savoir looked like.::
EDIT 20120721 1415 EST: Added images