Dawn in Sweetwater...
It had been a thriving town… Once. It was a relic now. A place on the North American map that time forget. Stella didn’t know any of this as she watched the few early rising inhabitants. They were very similar in looks to them, their eyes being the biggest outward difference. People watching, however wasn’t why she was there. Need drove her. They needed a place to hide. The night had been anything but uneventful. Stella had spotted 3 low fly aircraft searching for them. It had been easy to avoid them with her night vision but It would be impossible to hide in the hot light of day. The abandoned shed she found only 2 minutes into town was perfect, at least for the moment. Glancing down at her translator, she sighed. It had yet to pick up any known language. Frustrated she shoved it back into her pack, as she pull herself from the ground. With one last look around, she began sprinting back to the Humvee. They needed to be in that shed before daybreak and that wasn’t far off.
As Stella backed the vehicle into the shed, the problem that nagging her since spotting the third aircraft... How did they manage to stay so close? Jumping out of the vehicle she secured the shed doors. Looking over the vehicle, a cold reality slapped Stella in the face, this was a military vehicle, they were being tracked. She moved swiftly to vehicle snatching the back door open and pulling out their supplies “Trip, Trip, we've got to move. They’re tracking us!” the insistent hiss, crack from her lips. How close they were now was a mystery, they needed to be away from this vehicle and soon.