Shadow:. Hey everyone... The Rabid Badger has bitten me once again, I have a feeling this one will be a little better then the rest ..and definitely better than the last. Though I don't think I will give up on Unpleasant Changes... That story is to amusing to stop writing... Plus it keeps them rabid badgers away...

Rabid badger:. .:Foaming at the mouth:. Hmmm, Ya don't taste to bad..Ah wanna another bite.

Shadow:. .:Grabs a metal baseball bat:. Back you get Back!! you've cause me enough trouble as it is... .:Swings at the badger:. Enjoy the first chapter everyone...Ahh he's going to eat meh!!! .:Flees screaming like a little girl:.

Rabid Badger:. Come back ah'm still hungery!!! P.S Shadow does not own anything Transformers only her OC's Max, Jax, John, and Tara. .:Chases fleeing authoress:.

A Screen boots, a young blond woman looking to be about 17-20 years of age gazes out at the viewer. A faint pale scar runs from the corner of her right eye to the bottom of her jaw. Bright green eyes gaze into the camera lens. The room behind her is dark, for the exception of a few blue chem-lights hanging from the ceiling.

Autolog…1964783,

385 years after the spread of the Virus and the start of humanities extinction...

Hey it's me again...

Jax and I survived another day. I'm still unsure if that is a good thing or not, the good news is we found shelter today, it might even be some place permanent… a maybe home?

We'll be safe from the Rain anyway. I still have the burn marks from the last time I got caught outside during a storm. Luckily for me it was more of a light show and I got hit with only a few drops of the Acid from the sky. Hopefully the near by medical center has some med kits left…

I acquired a few things for trade, but I'm not sure what a few trinkets will get me… It's been getting harder and harder to find those and other necessary things.

The bad news is, I'm next to the aliens Wall now maybe 75-80 miles max...

Why do those things put that Wall up anyway..not like there's enough of us to do anything, those of us still alive are to busy scrounging to live one more day... I wouldn't be surprised if only a couple thousand of us are still alive if that. The infected are getting younger, and so are those who are dieing.

Tara died a few nights ago... At least she's not suffering anymore, and she's with John now to so… She was the oldest of our group it seems the virus gets more aggressive the longer it has to incubate.

I have yet to come up with any symptoms… but it can't be long now.. I'll be 16 in eight weeks.

I just hope Jax doesn't have to see me like that… I dont want him to have to go threw it to...

Time to go, the sun has almost set.

Till next time... Max out…

The wind tore across the barren landscape, kicking up dust devils that danced in the dead brittle grass as it bowed and sighed, while the planets harsh star slowly faded beyond the horizon.

A dirt road with bits of black asphalt that told of it's past as a highway, pointed the way to the remains of a deserted and ruined city that became haloed in the fading light of the sun.

In the distance to the north loomed a huge wall that burned orange and red in the fading light.

The sound of groaning metal filled the air as a piece of the ground rose out of the dirt.

The dry soil and grass flickered and vanished reveling a tan, rusted, metal panel, that slowly folded back, reveling a tunnel with soft bluish light from with in.

A dirty blond haired head popped out of the tunnel, the head turned back and forth looking to make sure she was alone.

Maxine climbed out of the shelter, Dressed in hiking boots tan cargo pants and a black Tank top with a black jacket tied securely round her waist.

Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head, with strands dangling around her face.

Pale strips of burned healing flesh could be seen on her bare arms and one faint one on the side of her face.

She was armed to the teeth with several small Knives, hidden strategically about her person.

One, the length of her forearm, was strapped in a sheath on her right thigh, a Katana like blade with her families crest ((a cube surrounded by 5 stars)) etched into the blade was strapped to her back.

Three or four smaller blades were hidden out of sight.

Twin thin silver blades crossed with in the coil of hair on her head looking like two metal chopsticks.

On her left hip was a small energy blaster that was entirely pointless…

She could throw a knife twice the distance then the blaster was accurate.

It was good for starting camp fires though… and it held sentimental value from her friend Tara.

A great friend and skilled Haggler, she could charm a cheetah out of it's spots. Though her moral standing only allowed her to take what was absolutely necessary for survival and not a pinch more.

She had been the parental authority and the major bread winner in the group.

Though she wasn't above pulling a prank or two, her favorite holiday was April fools day. No matter what you where doing, or where you where at. You could bet that she was planning or already had a prank up her sleeve. Of course Maxine being the youngest was usually the receiver of said pranks.

Maxine's limited medical knowledge came from John, Tara's fiancé.

Also a great friend and a terrifying medic. He could heal just about anything, but get on his bad side and he would find anything he could get his hands on and throw it at you…With an arm that any baseball pitcher would kill for… and a bedside manner that was sorely lacking.

When he wasn't fixing you up, John like Tara, had a horrible sense of humor. And was sticking some thing creepy in your shoe, your hair or under your covers at night such as nonpoisonous spiders and rubber snakes.

Max wore a small blue crystal that dangled from a silver chain around her neck, it had been her mothers before she passed, and had been passed down from mother to daughter threw the generations since even before the Aliens released the virus in to the atmosphere.

The sword had been her fathers. Though it was newer then anything else she owned, she held it just as dear to her as the blaster.

Both her mother and father had passed away from the virus not long after Max met Tara and John.

They had been working on a cure for the virus before they died. Tara and John though only being in their early teens had been the moral support for the 8 year old girl.

She would have liked to stay in the shelter where everyone had lived like one big family, it was the closest anyone of them had come to calling a place home… but once Tara passed it had become to painful to live in a place where so much suffering had taken place.

The young woman turned and gazed at the new Shelter… would this be her grave, or her home…?

Max frowned and shook her head banishing the memories of the dead.

Now was not a time to wander memory lane.

She turned around and looked into the shelter, slapping her thigh. "Come on Jax, let's go boy!"

A large Blueish\Gray and white Siberian husky jumped out of the shelter.

Planting it's front paws on Maxine's chest he tackled her to the ground knocking the wind out of her before setting to the task of slobbering all over her face. "Argh…Jax…. your to heavy…and your breath stinks... get off."

Jax leapt of the young woman and took off chasing his own shadow.

Max shook her head and wiped the dog slobber off her face before getting to her feet and dusting her self off.

She grabbed a gray Hard Pac from a hook inside the shelter and took inventory and slung it over her shoulder.

Inside was a canteen of water, a small water purifying unit, a case with 7 days worth of emergency rations, a few dog treats, 2 emergency blankets, an old map, A bunch of trinkets and jewelry for trade, and her journal.

Max stepped back from the Shelter and pulled a small remote from her pocket before pointing it at the door to the Shelter.

The metal doors scrapped and groaned together as they folded back in place, allowing the hologram to flicker back to life just as it had before.

Pocketing the remote, she cast a wary look at the wall to the north.

It seemed that their territory grew by the hour.. Soon the entire planet would be walled off.

Wasn't it bad enough that they had practically killed off her species, now they had to consume her world as well?

Max let out a shrill whistle and Jax raced to her side, furry tail curled towards his back as he looked up at his Human friend.

The young woman squatted down and let the Husky lick at her face allowing him to pull her from her depressing thoughts.

"Lets go find some supplies shall we?"

Jax Barked in agreement.

Max laughed and scratched behind his ears. "Yeah I think we can sneak some chewy toys in as well." She stood and with Jax at her side they set off for the remains of the City…

TBC...

Shadow:. Welp everyone what do ya think?... I think it's good... If you don't think so feel free to leave me your Idea's on how to improve when you review I cant get better with out critics though be careful, I bruise easy... Thanks for your time all Merry Christmas.

P.S. A special thanks goes to Faecat for the journal idea... If you haven't done so already go and read her "Science and Fiction"... It's way better then this story..But after that come back and read this one please thanks bye... ~_^

Shadow signing out...