The sun beat down on the desolate sands relentlessly, as though trying to conquer an old foe. Somewhere in the distance engines roared with life.
"We can't stay here. They've found us. Get up." You grumble a protest and go back to sleep. It had been so long since you found a decently shaded area to rest.
"Get up." There was that voice again. "Get UP!"
The urgency of the words finally set in, sending your heart racing, and mind into overdrive. You got up in a flourish of ragged and dirty clothes, the blood rushing to your head made the world appear to tilt and turn, leaving you momentarily dizzy. Shaking your head to clear your vision, you scrambled to gather your scattered supplies. Normally you were a very tidy person, keeping your things stashed on the back of your dirty, battered Yamaha; the black paint had faded and worn in some areas, and scratched in others. When you had found the over hanging cliff it seemed like an ideal place to rest, given that it was perched high up on some rocky cliffs and surrounded by canyon.
The horde of monstrous vehicles raced forward, as though driven by some common goal, kicking up a mini sandstorm in their wake. As they neared the canyon, a small cloud of dust picked up, indicating the exact location of their prey.
A cacophony of indistinguishable cheers and war cries rose up. "Look, Mistress!" cried one of the Street Breed warriors, a scrawny man with the look of hunger in his eyes, and blood on his lips. Glancing in the direction he pointed out, a grin stretched across Mistress's lips, showing a mouthful of sharp teeth, filed down to look like that of shark teeth.
"Dinner time, boys!" she bellowed to the skies, rifle gripped by the barrel and raised above her head.
Heres a bit of an introductory chapter for my OCs. Is there a character you want to see? Then please leave reviews, and/or suggestions for upcoming chapters!