& HAIR LIKE FIRE
it’s not often you see something so bright in the deadlands, the wasteland-- rough and tough, and blank. so very lonely at times. and the spot of red catches her attention through the scope rather quickly, as the sniper drops down into the cab of the tall and highly modified truck; a war machine. and the roar of the engine is the only signal she gives, before she heads to the red dot on the near horizon.











