You were walking around the desolate wasteland of wars past, and the present. It was blanketed in snow. You were losing hope by the second, wondering if you’d be saved. By anybody. Until you hear some mumbling and chattering in the distance. It was a blonde military girl.

“A survivor.. c’mon, I’m sure you’ll be freezing to death out here.” The girl said, leading you over to a Kettenkrad. She had her friend, Chito drive it. She has black hair, a brodie helmet, and same clothing.