[Npc](Open ) A tale of the would be hero ( M )

[Marcus Wright]

Blair couldn’t shake the feeling of betraying the Resistance and John Connor for someone she barely knew, but she knew that nobody deserved to be treated like Shit. She loaded her weapon and carried it on her back.

She had to shake off her feelings for Marcus, who even knows if Marcus was here in the first place? She was a pilot of the resistance first and foremost and her survival instincts kicked in.

This omni person had told her that she wasn’t a “chosen one” and he just left her standing her in the desert with little more than the clothing on her back, her pilot helmet and her gun.

She covered her eyes with her pilot helmet to at least protect from the violent sand blasts flying around.

The first check was for terminators.


Nothing…

Second, survivors or people who were only out for themselves…

That could be possible.

First stop was a town, she needed water. She dug in her compartment in her little backpack she had dragged along for emergencies.

The sand squished under the woman’s boots as she finally made it to a sand town that could at least help her refill her water at least.

“I need some water, can anyone help me?”