gimme shelter - the rolling stones

Amber always traveled at night.

It was cooler out, and it was dark, which made it easier to move without being spotted and having your ass shot off. She didn't have a car, or anything like that, so it was easy for her to travel across the desert on foot, silently.

She kept her gun and a small walkie-talkie, hoping to catch a signal somewhere, a sign that someone was listening. Well, someone that wasn't hostile, anyway.

Surprisingly, the sky was clear, and the moon shone down on Amber like a spotlight. It was a bit yellow, since the pollution from Battery City absolutely fucking destroyed the atmosphere, but it was something. A reminder that there was at least something left from before everything went to shit. Not that Amber could remember that time very well.

She was hiking through Zone Five and out to Zone Seven, since it'd been rumored there were Killjoy communities forming eastward, away from the toxicity of BLI and more towards nature. She hoped with all her heart it was true. She just wanted someplace to be again, with people who cared.

Amber was a bit preoccupied with gazing at the sky when she saw the firework go up in the distance out of the corner of her eye, like a shooting star. Her eyes snapped in that direction, and as she watched she saw another firework go up.

What could it be? Who could it be? Amber wondered, continuing to watch as two more fireworks were sent up. They stopped after that, but her gaze was still dead set on the place where the light had come from. She considered the possibilities.

It could've been a trap set by Dracs to lure in Killjoys and take them out. It could've been a trap set by Killjoys themselves to lure in other Killjoys. It could've been a call for help. Or it could've been a sign that Amber's suspicions were right, that there were people out there that could help her. That could save her.

Tiredly and a bit begrudgingly, Amber began to walk.