Who: Emily Brown and Open What: Trying to make her way to the prison, but lost as all get out. Where: Wilderness Warnings: It's clean lol
“One Year Later.”
Even saying it aloud too herself, Emily was still having problems coming to terms with everything that had happened. Now almost three years ago, she was fighting with her team trying to take down Master Xandred. Who would have guessed stopping him, would only allow the world to come to this. The blond sat up from off the floor of the cave she had huddle up in. Sighing, she pulled her long blond hair into a low hanging pony tail behind her hair. When she had finished, she allowed her arms to drop to the tops of her knees, that were now pulled up to her chest. She sat there, looking out the opening of the cave. The sun was brightly shining on the trees above her, breaking through leaves to light up the ground. The warmth of the sun was starting to wake the young woman up. With one more sigh, she stood up and grabbed the map she had been using. When it was opened on the ground, markings showed where all she had been looking for this so called safe haven. The prison.
She had heard of the place through some others traveling like she was. So, she had decided she was determined to find it. The problem was, she had been to all the wrong places. What's worse, is there really was no information about it to point her in the right direction. Looking over her path, she placed another red X on the location she had checked the night before. With a shake of her head, she folded the map back up and slid it into her bag. When all of her other belongings were also in the bag, she grabbed her prized possessions. Her spin sword and her samuraizer. Sliding the morpher into the pocket on her hip, then locking her blade into it's sheath on the other hips, she moved to the opening of the cave.
Using her hand too shield her eyes from light, she looked right then left, trying to choose what direction too head in next. The growl from her stomach brought yet another sigh to the young woman. She slid the bag off her back again, and set it on the ground. Squatting to dig through it, she pulled two granola bars free from the mess inside. Opening them both, she started chowing down. When those had been devoured, she chugged some water from a jug and then was ready to get a move on.
As she forced her way through the brush of the forest surrounding her, she kept her eyes open for any walkers that might try ambushing her. Sadly, she probably stuck out like a sore thumb in these woods. Her yellow tank top, giving her away to any eyes that were searching. But it was honestly all she had clothing wise, aside from the short jean shorts, and combat boots she was also wearing. A plad button up shirt was tied tightly around her waste. No, it was not in fashion any longer, but it helped with warmth at night. Then again, she really didn't care if she stuck out. She knew she could handle herself if she was attacked. She was trained with a blade after all.