Current Time Period: 2518 CE, Exact Date unknown, Climate suggests nearing Winter. It's been almost 3 months since I've seen my own time, though last week I came close....or rather as close as I'm starting to think I'll ever get. Time Travel doesn't seem to be rare knowledge, in fact some people are trying to build their own devices from scorched up notes they'd found in old labs and libraries. The Future is bleak.....if you could see this, you might cry..... as far as I can gather there was some sort of Heavy Bombardment of the planet's surface. I still hold the hope that I can successfully return to my own time. -----Babydoll's Personal Journal. It was a cold day, snow was lightly powdering the ground and the ruins of a civilization long passed. Alone, a young woman trudged amongst the snow, ruined black sneakers crunching against the cold grey. She shivered slightly as a soft breeze infiltrated the tears in both her tattered jeans and the hooded sweatshirt/tweed jacket combo she was wearing to keep her underprotected torso warm. Her hair had long since been discheveled and restyled, and subsequently simply allowed to do it's own thing, "who gave a shit?" was exactly why she let it happen. What was visible of her skin, was caked with dried blood and dirt, the wasteland offered no showers, no hot tea nor even a hot meal, unless you could find a way to make a fire, and even then, Babydoll would have to drink flavorless hot water she made from greenish grey snow. As it were, Babydoll's surroundings were almost identical to the surroundings she took note of 10 miles ago, 20 miles, and so forth, if you weren't in an outpost or settlement, all you saw was the evidence of ancient devastation. She was expecting to see the telltale smoke of an encampment, as a map she'd swiped off a dead wanderer showed a settlement as being close by, but instead saw only the dark clouds of the storm and the grey of the snow beneath her feet stretching far from where she trudged, and that told her, that she would have to camp here tonight. Resigned to her current travel predicament, she laid her jacket down on the snow taking an assessment of what tools she had in her bag. A first aid kit was the first thing she pulled out but upon opening it, noticed it was lacking in some areas. She sighed making a note that she needed antibiotics and pain medication, as well as sutures and bandages. She then extracted a pistol with shivering fingers. Checking the clip she muttered, "Not enough to hunt with....." before thumbing each of her ten rounds back into the clip with an eleventh in the chamber. A knife was next semi-rusted blade, she'd need a new one eventually. Last was a bundle of string ,an old flint lighter with a small amount of fuel and a small bundle of evergreen needles of some unknown tree. As for the shelter building, it wouldn't be hard, at least, it hadn't been before. Debris was plentiful, and there were plenty of pieces big enough to block wind the hard part was moving them, and for that, she usually used rope or a a makeshift rope made of self adhering bandages to give her leverage. This was not the case this time, as she had traded the rope for a plate of hot food, some sort of cooked meat and some fried onions or what she was going to believe to be onions and a couple of other 'vegetables' and some of the bandages for the lighter and fuel. Not having what she needed she would have use debris that already formed the shelter she needed, and for such a formation she packed back up and searched around the outskirts of what used to be a great city, the outskirts she just left. After about 2 hours she found her hovel for the night, and a roll of dirty blue tape she found in an abandoned school, marked it so she'd know which pile of debris it was. With Fire starting equipment already obtained, she started towards a dying forest, looking for something to hunt down, though with low ammo she would only be able to set traps. She took her time placing the traps, setting up deadfalls and a spike rail out of sticks, hopefully something would take the grubs she dug out to use as bait. Back at her camp, Babydoll was getting her fire started, placing some sticks from the forest on to the pyre formed from lighter fluid and a bundle of string. That's when she heard the screech of an animal, and it was then she knew she had caught dinner. She stood and took her knife, and with as much speed as she could muster in her hungered state, she made her way to yelping animal finding the dying form of some kind of pig writhing with two spikes in it's side. She smiled thinking about the meat, but hated herself for what she was going to do, as she lifted the knife into both hands and after pinning the Pig down, backside up, she brought the knife down into the skull, and began dragging the meal back to her shelter.