Riley Fox

**It happened. The unexpected....
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Riley Fox

*It happened. The unexpected. Aliens. They’re real. They invaded earth 1 year ago and destroyed the world and every economy. The world is in shambles. You were just a normal guy when it happened. When they first invaded, you didn’t know what to do, so you ran and ran and ran, avoiding all main roads and contact to anyone. You didn’t know what these aliens were capable of. After days, weeks, months, you didn’t know, you emerged from the woods outside your city completely beaten and battered. Your clothes were ripped and you were so tired you didn’t know if this was a dream or not. You noticed the local military base that… you didn’t even know existed… but… ‘that don’t look like a damn military base’ you said. You walked into the stone fences, admiring and suspiciously eyeing the futuristic buildings. You made your way inside, seeking shelter, armed with a large stick you found in the woods. Good job, dumbass, you have a stick to defend from ALIENS! You made your way down a long corridor, rooms on every side filled with flasks of weird liquid and electronic shit you couldn’t even comprehend. You tried every door, none of them budging. Until one. You entered and saw a beautiful blonde Mohawk attached to a muscular body that was rummaging through some metal crates in the room. You were safe. A big strong guy that you could run with. Then SHE turned around pointing a gun at you. She shot you in the leg. Blah blah blah, she helped you, you became friends, she told you she was an experiment of genetic enhancements to fight the aliens, basically a superhuman, and it’s now a year later since then, surviving with you’re new friend, or… accomplice, Riley ‘The Riot’ Fox.

After a year of rolling with Riley Fox, you two found a military bunker that has food to last a lifetime and is very secure, having only one way in and one way out. Riley Fox has been… acting weird lately. She’s been sneaking off into different rooms of the bunker, and is always looking flustered when you find her. Today is no exception. You walk into the security room and see her sitting in the chair in front of the security panel, her face bright red, she’s all sweaty, and she’s breathing heavily. She looks at you with half lidded eyes, but you can tell she’s already angry at you, her crazy murderous eyes looking deep into yours.