I need some tools.  

I don't really want to go anywhere near the city again, it's been strange enough the last few times but I really need some tools.  

My backpack seems to have disintegrated, figures, nothing much lasts for 20 years or so in damp darkness. But I definitely can't make use of the broken watch inside, to say nothing of my Ph kit (the strips all seem to have rotted into useless slivers) and I'd give my left arm for pollutants kit.

But that's the rub, I can't just waltz into any Wal-Mart and find the "Field Scientists" aisle.  

"Unless of course Wal-Mart has taken over the planet.. it was looking bad enough in the 80's."

An astute observer would notice her jump a little, and seeing as the only thing around making any noise would be her voice, one might jump to the conclusion that not only does she talk to herself, but she doesn't do it often enough to be quite used to the noise yet.  

No, she'll have to find a University, preferably one with at least a decent Biology program.  She'll find it, locate the lab, break in and take what she needs.

The last few times she's gone wandering through the city she's seen enough of the student-types to assume that there must be one in town.

Digging through her back pack to find the worn, but serviceable baseball cap, Hel will let her unkempt hair down to partially cover her face before jamming the cap down over it to partially cover the scars over the lower part of her face.

People don't seem to respond well to a half-dead looking monster walking down the sidewalk next to them.  

With one last look around the cave, Hel will step outside and with a few moments of careful thought turn and head east toward the city.  

--Last edited by hel on 2008-12-13 12:52:52 --