AN: Ok so this is mainly a pilot chapter to set up teh courier. Later chapters will be slightly longer and hopefully better. Also this is planned to evolve into a Christine/Courier so yes its a yuri. Don't like don't read. If your still here then I assume you don't mind the pairing then review and let me know how I did. Flames are also welcome here.

*Spoilers for Lonesome Road* *You have been warned*

YALL READY FOR THIS…

Lightning streaked across the sky as the bellowing thunder rattled shutters on buildings below. More and more it lit the sky, and like the gods themselves had opened the floodgates, the rain poured from the blackened sky as if trying to drown the town below. The wind blew with the force not seen since before the war, kicking up trash and debris and throwing them with unknown force into and sometimes through whatever got in its way.

Families and friends huddled together in the pre war structures, crowding around fires in an attempt to ride out the viscous storm. As the rain seeped in through the many cracks in the roof and gusts of wind blew through unpatched holes in the walls they sought shelter not in the crumbling concrete but in their families. Every last resident of The Divide held clutched onto hope, hope that the storm would pass and the darkness growing on the horizon wouldn't swing their way.

In all the storm's fury it no one could even imagine trying to step foot outside, and yet there stood a lone courier on the horizon, package slung under her arm and pistol on her hip. Her face, pelted by rain droplets feeling more like stones from the cold and the wind she was forced to once again don her helmet, a pre war riot mask. On her shoulders hung a midnight black cloak protecting the rest of her from the frigid spray and held from taking flight only by hands sunk deep into pockets on its sides. The glowing eyes of the mask and black cloak gave her the image of death stalking through the storm, prowling for a victim.

Quite ironic considering how she'd given birth to this country on the verge of taking its first breath. Ironic itself in the light that it had already, unknowningly, drawn its last. She took in every last detail she could as she made her way through the flooded streets, committing it to memory as if she could save a small part of it in herself. Like the atrocity she was about to commit wouldn't be as bad if she remembered each of their faces, and kept them alive in her memories.

As she walked she adjusted the crate carried under her arm. The box was small enough but heavy, almost as much as the burden resting on her shoulders and marked, pre war military etched into the wooden planks. But the marks went deeper than just scribbles and scratches, it was marked by mad men thinking themselves gods and marked by death itself, signing the death warrant for the false gods.

She drew to a stop in the middle of the street and knelt to retrieve a metallic sphere from the ground, buried under wind blown debris. The eyebot as it had once been, sputtered and clicked like the machinery within was an old man on his death bed, choking out a final message with his last breath. Yet this old messenger, observer, warrior, and wanderer still had one last message to deliver.

The woman cracked open the case and within was a large computer like device, olive green shell and black letters relaying a message that had long lost its purpose. As it opened she attached several cables to the eyebot still staring blankly at her, waiting for its final mission. Turning back to the screen of the device now bathing her in a blue light she pulled her helmet off her head and cast it aside allowing her ice white hair to cascade down around her face, barely brushing the tops of her shoulders.

The woman ignored the sting of the rain and bite of the cold as she slid the glove from her hand, revealing the milky white skin underneath. Taking a single digit she keyed in a long sequence of numbers on a built in keypad, and as she was about to hit the confirm command she hesitated. Thinking about exactly what she was doing, all she was ending and all the reasons behind it.

A single tear fell from her eye and landed on the screen as she keyed in the last command. A timer appeared on the screen as it flashed from blue to a deep red. Counting back from ten each second seemed to take an eternity to tick by. But however slow time seemed to crawl it still pressed on and true to its word ten seconds after the timer activated it flashed zero and the eyebot bellowed out to the slumbering giants buried in the Earth, its words were lost on the courier however. Drowned out by the deafening silence, and hidden by the emptiness filling her.

The flash on the horizon bright enough to rival the sun and a shockwave slamming her into a wall were also lost on her. The only thing she could see were the faces she'd never see again, the life she had breathed into the wasteland, her home, port in the storm, her light in the ever growing darkness flickered and died. And a part of herself died along with it.

More blinding flashes sprung up as tremors shook the ground with enough ferocity to split the Earth in half. Yet she still lay motionless, propped up against the wall she had been slammed into. As the flashing continued and the ground quaked she finally succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue and let the final threads of consciousness slip from her grasp.

AN: Before you say something the chapter was supposed to be that vague. So if you made it this far maybe you'll consider going a little further and drop me a review.