It was the year of 3012. The world has ended and, only few people were even still human. The "Confederacy", as they called it, Kidnapped any of the resistance that refused to contain there virus.
They turned the resistance members into these scaley, large fanged freaks. It wasn't long after before even the confederacy started to dose themselves with the virus that had spread. I guess you could say they were obsessed. Scarlette had been traviling for supplies for hours before stumbling apon the confederacy throwing a man in there trunk. He had short dirty blonde hair, that fell in front of his eyes frequently. "What the hell are those damn Cons doing now?" She whispered to herself.
For a moment, Scarlette heard the calls of the monsters roaming her world. "Damn Cons...I hate having to kill these bastards." Scarlette added. She slipped her pistol from its holder and hopped onto her motorcycle taking off after the speeding vehical. As the man layed in the trunk his arms and legs tied up and he had been gaged with a sock, he heard banging, and shooting. He figured the cons had been shooting at there creation. And without warning the car slamed point blank into a brick wall killing the cons inside.
The man spit out the gag and lifted his head, "What happend?" He asked himself. He had hit his head pretty hard so it was normal that he'd not remember what had happend in the last 5 minutes. As the trunk opened Scarlette came face to face with the man. He smiled with joy, had she saved him? Scarlette pulled her pistol and aimed it at his head, "Are you one of us? or have they injected you with the virus?" She said looking around every so often. His eyes widend and he shook his head in a panic, "Im cool, Im cool." He replied, Scarlette dragged him out cutting off his binds and standing him up. "Im Scarlette."
"Ryan." He said shaking her hand. Scarlette was a strong willed person, she handled any weapon with ease and sophistication. "Come on we should probably get out of here, you do not want to be there dinner." She said grabbing his hand and running to her motorcycle. Ryan wrapped his arms aorund Scarlettes waist and they rode off into what was soon to be the night sky.
"Where do you come from?" Ryan asked. Scarlette turned her head as to look back at him and smirked. "South carolina." She said reving the engine as the bike sped up. "Im from Jersey." Ryan added. He felt stupid with the little conversation he was making with her, she was a women, so there was no point in talking about sports or even a good nudey magazine. "Dont be so shy, I dont bite." She joked. "S-sorry, I have trouble talking to women, I usually talk to guys about sports and what not.." He said. Ryan decided to steer clear from talking about nudey mags just cause...
"Why not talk to me about it, I watch it somtimes..Only hockey though." Scarlette smiled as they approached a large house with boarded up windows and smashed tv's on the front lawn. "Ah..." Scarlette exclaimed.
"Home sweet home."
