Don't fear the Reaper

There was silence in this part of the world, the kind of silence that could only be brought on by the lingering remnants of death and decay. There were the occasional caws of carrion bird and the scattering pitter-pat of rats' claws against the hard red clay of the earth here. The feral woman sought her own sort of purchase in the scattered remains of an age long passed, where giant creatures roamed the lands before calamity all but wiped their kind from existence. Cher knows well the crocodile and the snake, she knows sharks and rays as well. This is a place without either threat, or so she would imagine. Snakes were possible, but they were almost anywhere the sun warmed. Cher found she was neither caring or uncaring of the legless reptiles, she simply avoided the nasty tempered beasts when she could and killed them when she could not. Coming upon a giant skull, Chernobyl is forced to look up at the gaping, earth filled mouth of the massive creature. There was a row of sharp looking teeth that had been cracked and weathered with time, but a missing tooth allowed the female to enter the animal's mouth.

Without thought, the woman yawned and lay by a large tooth that hid the majority of her body. She would wait until some one came to see the bones of the giants, then she would spring some sort of fun for herself. If being bored enough to come to an ancient bed of bones and rocks wasn't clue enough to her boredom. A rat moved behind her, and she found one painted ear sliding back to catch the sounds of scurrying feet before she returned her attention outward. She would either find some victim to extort, or prank in some way, or she would find a friend. Either way, she couldn't deny that she was excited about her future for once.

"Chernobyl." "You." Think.