Cancer applies a salve to the cut and bandages it in seconds. The boy grimaces and thanks her for helping him. Cancer stands, her legs asleep from being crouched so long. She checks the time. "No problem, just try to keep off that arm for a few weeks." Cancer runs to her pickup, and pulls away from the Outpost, the residents waving in the rear view. She sighs while letting her reddish hair out of the ponytail she had it in. She speeds across the plains that make up the most populated region controlled by the Corp. Cancer tries to make up for lost time. Taurus hates it when someone is late. Cancer sighs again, knowing how hard Taurus makes it to get medicine. She begged him every time to give the people medicine, but he always refuses. Maybe this time will be different.
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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...