A World Lost in Chaos

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  1. Dark boots echoed as they hit the broken pavement, the destruction of the last few years written across every building and every street. Houses were destroyed, chunks of tall buildings missing. The once massive city now was only home to about five thousand people, and was considered large. After the nuclear explosions, many lives were lost. Others though, they were mutated and either captured or killed. There are other groups around, under the same laws that have been set into place in the after math. But none were put together so much as this city. It was protected by as much as the military as possible, at all times. It was the home to the labs that housed mutants of all kinds. Not just human ones, but an animal that was changed too. The lab was studying their powers and mutations, attempting to recreate them, but of course, they told the people that they were trying to reverse them to save them, and others from being turned.

    Sayomi wondered through the darkness, a hood covering her long silver hair, her green eyes stabbing through the darkness of the alley. Few could be heard at darkness, a ban on noise and lights was always in place after dark. It drew less attention to the city. She entered into a bar, the eyes went to her as she lowered her hood and the thick shimmery hair cascaded down her back. Gray lines were covering her body, stopping at her neck, looking like vines climbing up a tree. Luckily they looked enough like tattoos that no one questioned them. Her hair always caught people off guard, but she has always explained it as being dyed that way when the nukes hit so her changed permanently, much like anyone else's hair that was dyed.

    Eyes was glued to her as she walked to the bar, with a walk that of determination and a promise that if you tried to mess with her, that you would be taken out. She was tired of being pushed around because she was a women, and she made her presence known as hostile. Men were soon heard cackling as they noticed the leather pants she wore, and how they clung to her curves. Sayomi ignored the looks, as she sat down and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. She was meeting someone there to talk about steps that her group was to take against the government to stop them, and free whoever was still alive in the labs.
     
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