Her heart skipped a beat.
She grabbed the radio quickly, and practically yelled in excitement, “Hello! Hello!?” But, there was no response. She pressed the button again, “Hello…”
But, to her disappointment there was, again, no response.
A little upset, she picked up her pace and walked upstream. She had begun to grow hungry, she noticed a couple of fish in the stream. The young woman tied her utility knife to a long branch, and walked towards the middle of the stream. She jabbed at one of the fish and, with a splash, she had fish for brunch.
After she had deboned, gutted, and cooked the fish on a small fire. The radio crackled to life, she heard the sound of a man. He spoke with that same thick southern accent, “Hello?”
Less than enthusiastically she picked up the walkie-talkie, and with a mouth full of food, “What!?” And, again, no response.
She finished up, caught a few more fish for the evening, and walked towards her camp. Upon arriving to her campsite, she could see that her tent had been knocked over. And, a sign was placed at its center. “By orders of the Caesar, no ‘a’ structures on any of Rion’s land.”
“Wonderful”, she thought sarcastically, “At least I packed my things up.” So, she packed up her tent materials, and began to follow the wheel tracks from her camp. As she did, she began to hear something in the distance coming toward her direction, by her description, a “van-sized” vehicle rushed towards her. There were two people in the strange “bowl-shaped van”, and it was floating… well… “hovering” right towards her.
As the thing came barreling at her, she jumped out-of-the-way. But, instead of running passed her, it had stopped “on a dime”. She looked up, and had a confused look on her face. As did the two people in the vehicle. She picked herself up, with her huge amount gear, as though she were doing a push-up. And, she walked towards them, and she screamed, all of her frustrations;
“What were you two thinking!?” “Where am I!?” “What is this hovering ‘thing’!?” “Who are you!?”
The two, still had the same puzzled look, but broke into a sudden laughter after she had finished her line of questioning. A man, hopped out of the vehicle, and opened a door on the side of it. “Madam, I would love to answer your questions. But, the Rion soldiers are on our tail. And, my wife and I, had just hoped you hadn’t been inside your tent when we stumbled upon its trampled remains.”
She then calmed a bit when she got a good view of the, “quite handsome”, green-tinted black-haired young man and his, “quite beautiful”, pink-tinted blonde-haired wife. But, not enough to just trust them. “I have police training, and I know how to use this.” And, she pointed to her gun.
The man responded, “Note-to-self, scared person with a gun.”
She climbed into the ”floating tea-cup ride” and sat. Across from her the couple with weirdly tinted hair, as they nervously smiled.