The world has turned to ashes as the bombs fell from the sky, destroying mankind and their cities. Society fell soon after that. Humanity wasn't the most dominant species anymore. The balance shifted and factions had to be made. Now mutants where more likely to kill each other off then humans. It is weird how quickly things go from bad to incredibly worse.

Hymn had wandered much of the wastes alone. Her powers had grown beyond the control she already had and the voices where scattered and in numbers. Most of her clothes where destroyed. The only thing memorably she saved was her specially designed gasmask to prevent her powers from going rampant and giving her peace from the voices. Now all it does is dampen them, making them managable.

With her black hooded coat that she had pulled from the rubble of New york city on, she mostly hid herself away from people trying to manage her abilities. She got it under control over time and found out that it was time to emerge from the ruins and interact with people again.

Coming from the wastes she approached the settlement that she had heard from through the voices in her head. Mutants have set up a village to meet up, interact and live. Her clothes where dirty from the dust and sand from the wastelands. Her footsteps left soft footprints in the sands as the gates game closer and closer. She could her people in both her head and ears as she walked into town. Surely people looked at her since she had never been there before. She hadn't been anywhere since the bombing then in the rubbles trying to get a grip on herself and surviving of eatable things she could find. Some people might have gone savage in her condition but she had experience with keeping it together for years. But now again she found herself lost in a settlement that she had never seen. But things could only go better from here.

The end of the world was not as epic as she had imagined, but it was close. She’d watched chaos ensue from her perch upon the roof of her house, and then cried a lot as it was hit with the wreckage from another building. Aware of the dangers of the roof collapsing, she grabbed for saddle bags and a few book bags, and shoved whatever she could carry in. Canned food was shoved into the backpack, then the least perishable things from her fridge. As soon as she felt the plaster hit her head, she knew there was no going to the second level; she could smell smoke as well.

She stuffed the saddle bags of her bike hurriedly full of the dirty clothes in the laundry basket that she had at the bottom of the stairs, and then grabbed her first aid kit. When a large piece of plaster hit the floor, she took all that she could carry and tried to get out of dodge before the house started to collapse. Unfortunately, a beam splintered and fell in front of the doorway, smoke filling the room and fire soon to follow. Coughing, she fumbled with her belongings and dropped low; crawling toward the bay window she had loved so much.

She unfolded her form and heaved the book bag through the center window, grabbing the one of the pillows from the window seat to punch as much of the glass out as she could, coughing as the suction pulled some of the smoke toward her. She chucked the saddle bags out next and took the leap, tucking and rolling. After that, she lay on the ground for a moment, sucking air into lungs that burned, wiping at the soot on her face. What she had done was really stupid, but it may save her life later on, she thought. It took her a few minutes to get up, she’d move to the fake rock she had near the house and get the spare keys.

It was some time later, when the world was but one big pile of rubble, she had managed to keep hold of the Harley, but her food supply was dwindling even though she had been rationing her supply to one can a day. Really, it wasn’t much and the way her face was pinched showed it. She was on the verge of trading the bike for food, but then again, her bike was her last hope. Fuel was easy enough to find at first… She would grab whatever gas she could find from abandoned vehicles, and had even managed to procure a gas can. But then they became fewer and farther in between, and now she was pushing the bike to save on precious fuel.

She wandered through the wastelands, sometimes riding when she knew she could spare the fuel, sometimes pushing the bike, stopping to rest with one eye open, eating and drawing moisture from the scarce plant life when she could, until she knew she had to find other survivors. Xavia felt like a fool for the bike, and decided that she would let it go when this last bit of fuel ran out. So she hopped on the vehicle and rode it toward hope… Luck was on her side, because just after the bike started to sputter and pop from both wear, and lack of fuel, she could see the figure up ahead. “HEY!” she said as loudly as she could, which wasn’t that loud because her throat was parched. She revved the bike one last time, it gave a loud, but brief, “VROOM. Sputter, cough.” And then died.

While underway she heard sounds. They where muffled but that was mostly due to her clothing that she was wearing. It sounded like a dying motorcycle of some sort. Or atleast a similair vehicle. She hadn't heard anything like that in a while. Vehicles and gas died out like the people did after the end came. Nobody to fix them or to pump gas anymore. Truelly the end of the world in a way. No way to get from coast to coast anymore.

Never the less the vehicle came closer and closer till she heard somebody yell. She didn't know how to react. There where some weird people around now a days. She had a good feeling though while she turned her head to check what happened. It seemed to be a young lady with a dieing motorcycle. Turning around she tilted her head and put her hands in her pockets. Even though Hymn's face was hidden behind the mask she was still pulling a little smile. It was sort of a reflex she had around people she met even if they weren't very nice.

Not knowing what to do she waited, just standing there so the girl with the bike could catch up. She tried to investigate the situation from afar. Most of the people where armed these days and this girl could be no different.

She pushed the bike the rest of the way. When she finally made it to the other female, she gasped and wheezed, “Thank GOD! I thought I was alone in this world.” Xavia looked at Hymn gratefully for having stopped in the first place, and set the bike so it would stand. She didn’t really have any weapons on her, it looked like, and she wasn’t hostile. Not that she wouldn’t turn to hostility if it meant defending herself! “My name is Xavia.” Her eastern European accent wasn’t so heavy that she was easily misunderstood, but it was there.

“My bike died just now, I hope I can fix it and find fuel, but I doubt it. If not, I have parts that can be useful.” Back before the end of the world, she had watched all kinds of shows about surviving such an event. Now, she didn’t know all there was to know about it, but she had gained enough knowledge that she was still alive.

The one thing she didn’t do was offer any of her food. She only had a few cans of veggies left, it was probably time to scavenge.

"I don't know if we need to thank god for this." She responded with a little smirk. This person seemed trustworthy to say the least. She didn't look like a bandit or murderer. Hymn removed her mask and shook her hair back into shape. Without the mask on she would look allot friendlier then with it on.

She smiled at Xavia as she introduced herself. "My name is of no matter, but the call me Hymn for aslong as a i remember. " She replied. The bike might have been broken down but she herself did not know anything about them. She could complete the hardest puzzles she ever bought but could not build a engine or fix a bike.

"I tend to leave the big things behind, they atract people." She replied to her bike coment. Hymn turned around and looked into the distance. Voices becoming stronger with her mask of. This could get hard to control for her if they would reach town.

“I have had no trouble, thus far. But then, I kept to myself and only rode my bike when I knew I could. Besides, never know when one could use the parts, right?” With a grin, she patted the Harley fondly. Her eyes dimmed a little then, and she sighed, “I suppose it is time to retire him, though, it is getting harder and harder to scavenge fuel, yes?”

It would be sad to have to let it go, but she didn’t want any trouble. Xavia ran her fingers over the gas tank one last time, though, and then reluctantly moved away from it. “How much food do you have? I have a few cans, I suppose… Haven’t found any in awhile anyways. I was hoping to run into someone else, perhaps it would be easier to find food with more than one person looking. Anyhow, it is nice to meet you, Hymn”

And that was the end of her side of the conversation for the moment, she didn’t want to seem too chatty to Hymn.