She brought the rumbling beast to a halt in the crossroad center, steadying her Harley Davidson with tired legs. The bike idled unevenly in the cool morning air and provided much welcomed warmth.

In the East, a beautiful pink, red, and orange sunrise began to glow on the horizon. Streaks of thin white clouds were lit by unnaturally blue toxic skies.

In the West, flickering flames provided illumination to the plumes of black smoke that drifted from the city ruins.

An icy wind cut into her from the North, reminding her of the dangerously low temperatures threatening that direction.

Muffled sounds of rifle fire and explosive thumps drifted in from the South, punctuating that treacherous path into chaos.

She pulled her rifle from its holster on the bike, checking the remaining ammunition in its magazine. The revolver on her hip still held a full load.

With a deep swig of whiskey and a ragged sigh, she popped the steel beast into gear.

The Harley roared down the ragged highway towards her destiny.