Around her, men and women unloaded from the Storm. These were quite possibly the people she would find her final rest with, be it in a puddle by the roadside or in their arms. Or maybe she'd die alone after they all left her in hands of a Demon, or maybe they'd all die and leave her to rot in the city. There was only one way to find out, however.
"Lead the way. I'll cover you from behind." The voice broke through Ran's temporary phase of distraction. A member of the survivors to be had spoken, but appeared far too eager to enter the reincarnation of Hell. She turned to him, her short, jet black her was neatly cut around the ears and her Chinese-Coalition characteristics were obvious in her light brown skin, narrow, sharp nose and dark hazel eyes. Her uniform, while clean, was still somewhat worn and very comfortable on her. She spoke in return, hoping to spark conversation.
"Let's not get hasty, comrade. Shall we not introduce ourselves first?" Ran again turned, meeting the eyes of a 40 year old man. His heritage was obviously diverse, but that didn't stop Ran. "How about you?" she said, staring at the man. "Who are you?"
