Snippet #1658390

A new sun was rising into the air slowly, brightening the sky. It brought forth the light of morning, and with it, the distant shadows of the looming Bricks. The areas that were unsafe to travel in alone, where danger waited around every corner. And of course, why would they have been safe? In the past, they were great buildings, standing taller than anything should have. Once, they were the symbol of wealth, power, civilization. Now...now they were nothing. Piles of rubble and ash, places where the scavengers, the homeless, the fools went to live. And the very place that they would be traveling into.

Turning her back on the distant sight, a lone figure trudged back up the small incline to the town behind her. It was the only home that she had now, and living here, in Salt, Tally had made a name for herself. She had somehow managed to survive here, and though her life was still simple it was better than the one she had left behind five years ago. She slipped one hand into her pocket (a hole was beginning to rip at the bottom) and gripped the pocket knife she carried there. It had belonged to one of her brothers, and as such it was her comfort item. Even the feel of it reminded her of him and that perhaps he was still out there somewhere, surviving like she was.

As she approached the town, Tally kept her head down, not wishing to draw to much attention to herself. She and five others-the best of the best-were to be leaving in a few hours time. The Fathers of Salt had chosen each of them; four Finders, one Fighter, and one Fixer. Together, they would make the perilous trek through the Salzburg Proper. This was not the dangerous part, it was crossing the Dragon's Causeway that was. And what they were looking for...no one was quite certain. Tally thought they were looking for a rumor. Before she had been asked to join the mission, a murmuring had passed through the Farm about the "falling sky." Or at least that was what the witnesses had said.

"The sky fell in. I saw it." They had claimed. Or she had even heard this account: "Minding my own business..out of nowhere something came crashing down. There ain't nothing round me 'cept the sky, so I reckon that's what it was alright." To Tally, it was nothing more than a rumor and a job. She doubted that they would find this "falling sky" but she was getting paid for a job, and that was all that mattered.

Working with the others however...that would be a different story. She kept to herself mostly, and didn't know many others except her fellow Fighters. And even then, she would prefer to work by herself, she was dangerous with her blades, she didn't need help from anyone else. But for this instance, she supposed that she would have to deal with it. After all, traversing through the "New World" on your own wasn't always that brightest idea. And she had to survive.

Tally drew to the top of the little hill and stopped there, waiting for the others. The appointed meeting time would be drawing near, and she was anxious to discover who would be joining her on the journey. She fiddled with the knife in her pocket, her sharp eyes on the lookout for anyone approaching. A gentle breeze whipped through the morning air, tangling her red hair around her face, making it appear even more messy than normal, but Tally didn't care. Appearances didn't matter to her. All that mattered in this day-no this world-was that you had a good, solid, trusty weapon at your side. And that, Tally had.