The alarm clock blared, it's droning cries the only noise filling the otherwise silent house. Beyond dilapidated, the house could hardly be considered a true dwelling; among dead salt flats, it stood a mere relic of what humanity once was. Once was. It was odd to think of humanity in the past tense. Yet after the war, that really was the only way to think of it. They had come, the invaders, and had stirred things up on Earth. Things had been peaceful for a while, until people started disappearing. Not many, to start with; only a few here and there from each city. At first, no one knew who to pin the blame on, but then when whole laboratories and government-funded research bases had come under strange attacks, everyone knew who was at fault. And it was when everyone knew, that everyone disappeared. Bombs were dropped, noisy things full of alien radiation and fire. Some people died during the initial attack, but others were taken. Yet one had been spared, or at least she thought of herself as the only one left. For some ungodly reason, she had survived the bombings and the abductions, and the reason was something she couldn't quite wrap her head around. To the sound of her alarm clock's shrill whines, she was waking up. Maybe it was odd of her to still utilize such a hum-drum device, but it kept her on a tightly wound schedule. Wake up early, spend the day hunting and scavenging for supplies, and then return home to hit the sack early. She was convinced that without this schedule, she would surely perish under this new Earth's savage rules. Her name was Margaret Landon, and she was twenty-four-years-old. Her hair was chestnut brown, and her eyes were a deep emerald green. Along the bridge of her nose ran a marathon of immature freckles, but they were the only things to disrupt her ivory complexion. Margaret was on the tall side, with a lean frame and long legs. When she would depart her home to go hunting and foraging, she'd wear her fondest piece of clothing; a dark blue sun dress. And now, after little preparing for the day ahead, she wandered barefoot onto the salt-flats, wearing that blue sun dress and carrying a sniper rifle. Upon a plateau overlooking a semi-green valley she positioned herself. She was surely an odd sight amongst the dead, white earth. As she breathed and set her sights on a small herd of some-what mutated deer, she thought. She thought about how wonderful it would be to not be so lonely anymore.