5 years later- Scorpio gripped the arms of her chair as the memories of that horrible night came back. She always had attacks like this when she had nothing to distract her. Her best friend Pisces sat nearby, knowing to keep his mouth shut. Finally, the visions of Outpost 32 burning faded. She took a deep breath and stood up. Pisces scrambled to do the same. Scorpio reached under the chair and got out her slightly undersized katana. She was a small women, making a full sized katana to clumsy. She used to be a gymnast, able to flip and jump around the most arduous of obstacles. Her agility served her well in a fight. Standing 5'1 and 110 pounds, she was perfect for gymnastics. She bunched her dark brown hair up and pulled her mask over her face. In her black body suit, she looked like a ninja, especially with the katana on her back. She stretched, looking up when Pisces said, "You heading out?" Scorpio nodded, then tied the laces of her light boots. She went to the far wall and looked at a map of the area. She picked Outpost 14 as her target and strode out into the wasteland.
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Apocalypse Zodiac
ActionEastern Nevada, 7 years after the outbreak. A mysterious man sits upon the throne of the Corporation, a militaristic organization that set itself up as the governing body of the region as the zombies became less abundant. Libra works for this man...
