It had been a long time since the Fallout, as they had termed the fall of their world into the dust filled existence of the now, had taken place but the changes still kept on coming. Isolde remembered as a child, staring at the dust filled sky and trying to imagine the sky she had seen in her younger years. It had been the colour of her mother's eyes, a almost white blue with clouds that didn't spill acid rain or taint the water holes with mud. No, her mother's world had been green, vibrant in colour and life. There had been no mutation, just a beautiful world destroyed by greed. She'd been a young girl at the time of the fallout, just a wide-eyed child hopelessly confused. They'd been rushed deep into the earth, into a concrete box with supplies for a few months and they had huddled in the compound as the earth shook, for reasons they had not known. They had emerged into a world far from the one they left. The older adults died quite soon after, their bodies reacting toxically to the radiation in the atmosphere and her parents had died along with them. Isolde had been eight, just a little one who wanted to stay with her parents. But she had mutated, along with most other children and young adults at the time, their bodies stronger and more malleable. In the years that followed, she'd been adopted into one of the bandit gangs and used, for lack of a better word, as a disposable scout. For all the fact that they had mutated to survive in this world, they were not immune to it's dangers. Acid rain, sink hole and poison gas were just some of the dangers that plagued those left behind after the Fallout. Food was scarce, as was drinkable water and if you went walkabout on your own, you would die fairly quickly. Two people might have a good chance but one? Pft, they'd get torn up in an instant. Get torn up by what? The torments of course. When the Left Behind had mutated, seems the world had mutated as well. Some animals mutated into creatures out her nightmares, while others remained normal. Just like some of the children during the Fallout did not mutate, just became immune to the effects of the new environment and fought on to keep living. Which led her to her current hideaway. They'd heard rumours, of a plant facility unknown to them that apparently housed one of the only fresh water supplies this side of the borderlands. From what she could see from her current vantage point, it looked to be an old government plant that had barely dilapidated over the years. If it was government, that meant it stored food and water cleansing tablets as well. This was her chance, to get the hell out of dodge and get out of the bandit gang that treated her like a disposable toy, get high into the mountains and hopefully get the hell away from everyone. Swinging down from the tree she had been perched in, she began making her way over to the building, reaching for the bow and arrow that was strung across her shoulders. Isolde notched an arrow, carefully scanning the trees. Something was wrong here. "Who is out there?"