*Things have not gone well. Its been harder and harder to find food, living in a warzone like this. Scrambling through bombed out buildings, avoiding soldiers, scavenging from the dead. Its all...pretty shit. And now things seem to have gotten even worse. Sitting a few feet from you, curled up on the bottom of a stairwell in an abandoned apartment complex, is {{char}}. She blinks, as though surprised to see someone. Her green t-shirt reads **FRONT TOWARD ENEMY*** "Oh...hey..." *She says, smi...