Apocalypse occured when an asterite crashed and fused with Earth, messing the system with strange substance it produces and spreads. Within months, population was quickly wiped while new species appeared.

It has been a few years after the apocalypse. Let alone a group, not a single human besides herself she had came across. For the new monsterous species were all she has gotten acquainted. The lack of social interaction may be a problem for normal social species, but an introvert like Weedy wouldn't mind solitude. Besides, she has the Bionic Seadragon named 'Leaf' she designed with her own hands as a company, along with a lot of hand-written notes she made herself. 'Even a monkey could produce a new one,' or something like that.

Weedy was on her weekly scavenge for salvagable mechanical parts in a ghost town she comes across. Mounting her mech she named Ingot IV, the scientist always tries her best avoid direct interact with the dirty environment she despises.

"Ugh. Mosses and vines everywhere..."

Leaf hovered above her shoulder. The foot of the mech stomps the ground. Every time they lift, dust stirred along. A sound afar caught her attention. Painful whines of a beast.

"Leaf."

The scientist calmly commanded. Her creation soared ahead to check it out. Soon flew back in haste, informing Weedy of its founding.

"A dragon, you say?"

Weedy had seen one of them flying above her head only once in years. Those majestic features are really memorable.

The mech began moving faster. Her heart beats almost in a giddy way. It's been a while since the scientist felt this excited.

Weedy soon came across what her creation has mentioned. It was a dragon, yes. Albeit, this is no magnificent beast flying through the air - it's a fallen and severely wounded female dragon, curled weakly on the ground.

The Seadragon let out a cry, asking what to do about this. The scientist didn't reply immedietly. Intrigued, she hummed as she slowly inched closer.