The apocalypse hadn't come as everyone expected it would. No human interference had caused some zombie plague nor had nuclear war struck the earth, no, this was random, it was as if the earth wanted a clean slate so sent everything it could to destroy the human race. Freak storms had torn down cities and floods had drowned whole towns. The few humans that survived the weather were dealing with harsh winters and killing summers, there was hardly a respite. It was in this world that Candice lived. Traveling constantly the woman never settled down, she scavenged what she could from the wreckage of old towns to trade for supplies in whatever settlement she stumbled upon next. She followed the milder weather, heading south with the bitter cold started to grip the north and then returning when the sun started to beat upon the earth. The woman never felt right when there wasn't a stretch of road laid out before her. Rising that morning she quickly pulled together her camp, kicking the ashes apart, and rolling up her sleeping bag. Her hair was falling out of the ponytail she'd tucked it into the previous night and she pulled it out to tuck the dark strands back into their place. Candice's hair hung to her mid-back and many times she had contemplating cutting it, but there was too much sentimental attachment to ever act. Throwing her pack over her back she allowed her brown eyes to travel over her surroundings, one could never be too careful when alone. Deciding it was safe she started off, leaping away from the slab of concrete that had served as her tent in the ruined city for that night. She stepped over twisted metal and broken glass, noticing how the city was becoming overgrown with vegetation with a feeling of sadness.