“Man, I need some better gear.”
A lone Hunter shuffled along through the buried city, wind whipping at her cloak. Whirlwinds of dust and sand skimmed over ruined vehicles and panels torn from the buildings above long ago as though there was nothing at all in their paths; watching this, Allyssa decided she can relate. Or, she wanted to. Her Ghost almost got lost in one such whirlwind and proceeded to grumble about it.
“Why are we even here, again?”
“Don’t know,” Allyssa shrugs, “but dude, my armor sucks.” She grabs one foot with both hands and hops around on the other for emphasis, grimacing at her ghost despite her helmet concealing her features.
“’Don’t know?’ You don’t even know why we’re here? We don’t have a directive? Oh, Light. Did you even think to ask?”
Allyssa merely pushes her Ghost into another whirlwind and continues to plod heavily across the main plaza, halfheartedly scanning for signs of life.
