I Feel Like I'm Wandering Around Like a Moron Who: Bruce and Maria What: More reunions still! When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Woods fairly near the prison Warnings: Not much. Maybe some language?
Communications over long stretches of land were all but impossible now. SHIELD had a small network set up at their own headquarters, but it was too much effort to try and get something going further out and who knew who was out there to even respond to it? That was why Natasha had initially been sent out. There was some rumor of a large settlement of people, and they wanted to find out if it was true or not. And now Maria Hill was being sent out to find out if Natasha had ever found it.
She had ditched her vehicle a while ago. Anything that made noise attracted zombies. She even had to only use her gun sparingly to make sure that she didn't attract a horde of those things just by taking out one. She was decent at hand to hand, but it was better to hide and stay on the move rather than try to fight. The soldier in her hated that, but the agent in her knew good strategy.
It had been a while since she had seen anybody. She personally had wondered if this prison was a pipe dream cooked up by scared survivors looking for something to believe in, but they had to check it out to make sure. Her own protests to her superior had been dutifully noted.
Now she walked during the day through the forests to where this prison was supposed to be. At night, she climbed up into the trees. Zombies weren't known for their climbing skills, after all. She'd just strap herself into the trees at night to make sure that she didn't roll out and slept pretty decently, at least decently enough when branches were digging into her ass.
She hoped that she was close to this place. She was getting sick and tired of wandering around in the damn woods. Even finding Natasha and discovering that the place was made up would be preferred as opposed to wandering around like a moron.