Anne Red

Introduction

 The strong musk of the sewers seeped into Anne's nose. Not that she was at all bothered, being a mutant means she was subjected to so much worse. Constant harassment on the streets apparently wasn't enough. Being where no kids gawked at you or adults beat on you was rather pleasant. Her short blood red hair jut out from under her beanie, a sharp toothed smile smacked across her face. Her muscular arms cradled a small green skinned baby. It reached out to her as she cooed. At 6'4" she usually gathered the eyes of every man and woman in Crane Town. Ever since 2032 everything had gone to absolute crap. The nuclear war resulted in a massive flash, turning just about everything to ruins. Pearl Harbour was in constant drama from the 3 large factions inhabiting it. One of which was a bandit gang, The SandSharks. Anne happened to be in this gang. It was temporary solution for money until she could find more legit work. The SandSharks were on bad terms with both of the other factions, Civilian Defence Force or CDF for short, and on even worse terms United States Civilization Preservation Force, or USCPF. She didn't mind having to be an enemy of USCPF. Either way she would be, SS or not. USCPF's instruction is to kill just about all mutants on sight. This was also another reason for the sewer home plan. Though, Crane Town being a CDF owned territory, USCPF are not permitted there and this means Anne remains safe.

Unaware of any of these problems, the infant smiled at her mother. Anne grinned at the child "Hey, little Erin" she cooed, "look at you". Anne's head immediately perked up to the sound of footsteps. A man appeared from the shady doorway, 3 more behind him. He had short and black greasy hair. The others behind him all wore bandanas, covering their faces. The first man sprouted a crooked grin. He whistled and almost in an instant, Anne was surrounded by others. Several tapping metal bats on the concrete ground. A few spoke, though it was useless to listen as they spoke in Hawaiian, the native language.

Another one of them spoke, it was the first to be seen. His words were crude but certainly well understood "Bedtime." and then everything was black.

It felt like it had been hours as Anne sat up on the cold floor. With the feeling of a fist was pounding her head from the inside, boom boom boom. Anne grumbled rubbing her head. As she picked herself up from the ground something felt wrong. Something was missing. Then, realization slapped her across the cheek. Erin, the baby. She was gone. No sweet smile or beautiful eyes. She looked around the room desperately. No one, nothing. Alone. She walked out of the scrap room and into the main sewers. She hopped down, water swished through her legs as she waded through. Anne reached a pipe-like hole in the sewer wall. She climbed in, just barely having to lower her head. She walked for about 1 minute before reaching a ladder. Bar by bar she climbed, the darkness fading past her. The ladder led to a very small room. In it shelves and crates dotted the corners. Continuing, Anne forced herself onto another ladder and climbed up, into beating sunlight. Anne winced as it reached her eyes. Reaching down, she removed a pair of sunglasses that had been dangling from her shirt. Gently, she placed them on her face. Glancing around the road she noted the fact that it was barren. The sound of Crane Town's streets slowly slipped into her head as she got closer. She rounded a corner and walked further. She reached the back entrance to Crane Town. Creaking sounds erupted from the long wooden board she strolled up. Walking down the street Anne didn't see any of the men that she'd be able to recognize. Unhappily, she walked into the bar on her right.