(OOC: I'm not on very often. If I don't respond for a while, Don't be offended.
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Mary sat Under the starlit sky, Staring. wondering where they were, What they were doing. The ones who created her left long ago, When she was a kit. They took great metal Ships to the sky, Leaving her, and the other animal people behind. What were they called? "Chimeras". Yes, That was it. Some one said They were left behind to "Clean up" The world, Make it like she saw in the pictures she found in the city. She hadn't been to the city in a long time, too- Her mental...Um...parts? no, Thats not a good word for them. Chips, Yes. Computer Chips in her head. Any way, They stopped working. She became feral again. Left the city before She could be put down. Several months later, The chip in her head turned back on. She found herself cold and alone, Half a continent away from the last place she remembered. It was dangerous out here-But she stole some weapons, Learned to defend herself. Survived. Soon, She took What she needed from cities, from the other people. She didn't know it, But many others had a similar experience. And here she was, Staring up into space while The fireplace Crackled behind her.
Wondering.
She hears a branch snap behind her. Pulls out Her revolver.
"Whos there?"