Sammy rummaged in the trunk of a ruined Corvega. Holding the trunk door with her left hand and probing the dark environment of the trunk with the other hand. Interior of the trunk fell rigid and scratchy, probably the archaic lining of the trunk. The trinkets she found were not worth a whole dinner, and she needed sustenance. In a last ditch effort, Sammy used both her hands and pushed up on the trunk door until it broke off with a loud metallic crack. She threw the trunk door like a piece of cardboard on the side of the highway while the sun cleansed the darkness away. To Sammy's delight, in the far corner was a rusted out jack that could be used for spare parts. She grabbed the jack by the neck and tossed it in her shopping cart. Just as she was about to leave something caught her eye. In the same corner as the jack was a lonely rectangular object. She piled into the trunk again and snatched the square article with a feral swipe. Sammy inspected the object quickly. It was made of some sort of plastic and looked sort of like a holotape but different somehow. She gave a shrug of acknowledgment for the trinket's worth and shoved it in her jean pocket.
Gunshots echoed form the Albuquerque side of the highway. She ignored it as a common and avoidable occurrence. Suddenly a giant booming sound rattled the entirety of the highway. A miniature mushroom cloud controlled the view of the horizon.
"This kind of thing is never good!" Sammy exclaimed. She was about to turn her cart around when a certain grumble from her stomach stop her. She solemnly looked down at her exposed navel. Another grumble guilt tripped Sammy.
"Why is it always food or common survival?" she said. She turned her cart around and pushed with all her might. Riding on the bottom cart bar with one foot and using the other to push, Sammy roared at the source of the battle. Soon the small details of the fight were becoming clear as Sammy quickly got closer.
The wall of concrete and cars that protected what was left of Albuquerque was being assaulted. Grown men in crimson football gear kept attacking the wall with knives and SMGs.
Sammy slammed both feet into the ground and catapulted herself off the cart. She hit the ground with a big thud. She laid face-up on the concrete road like bacon on a skillet. Her back felt like hard granite. She gritted her teeth and used her legs and arms to pick her up.
"Right, bad way to stop a...I should just shut up." she said. While she collected herself, the cart rammed into one of the football attackers and broke his arm. His gun fell and shot one of the other football players on the foot. The leader, a Goliath of a man, was immediately alerted and sounded his men to attack Sammy. Sammy was up and able blocking out the pain.
"Ave Caesar..." the football players yelled before seeing Sammy's visage. She was about 6'5 wearing a sleeveless t-shirt bulging with the lean musculature of a shot-putter. Her thick jet black hair was slick back with gel complimenting the wild look in her dagger-sharp eyes.
"So Caesar's douche-bags hows it go'in?" Sammy said.
"Legion fears no woman, attack!" yelled the legionaries.
The first legionnaire to attack was given a swift punch to the gut, knocking him out cold. Sammy lifted him and rammed him into the two other legionaries. The smarter of the three maneuvered out of the way as Sammy finished piling the other two on the sand.
"Just you and me hombre?" Sammy licked the top of her lip and rushed at him.
