Cinder walks down the dark halls of the abandon weather factory nude and very much vulnerable. Only having a sheet covering her exposed body made her uneasy. It was like anything and everything was watching, staring, mocking her, like she was white trash from a bad party. Then again, she didn’t go to a party herself, but the thought still lingered in her mind, unchanging.

The soft scuffing of Cinders feet against metal was painful whenever she stepped on a nail or the jagged steel floor grates. It was the only sound that she could hear other than her nervous breathing. She didn’t like the thought that she was alone in this unfamiliar world. Here, she knew that she was the only human in existence, the only one that has the knowledge to destroy the entire planet.

Around her; rusty pipes jutted out of the walls, the sagging ceiling dripped toxic water, and the scent of moss from the vines coating the walls made Cinder feels like she was in a dark temple for the lost, but she didn’t feel lost. The old factory was easily traversable, even though most of what was around her was destroyed to the point of unrecognizable beauty. But, Cinder couldn’t stop feeling helpless when she should be feeling the joy of exploring.

Sitting down in a room looking over the main atrium of the facility. The only room she found that wasn’t taken by the local wildlife. She tried to remember the fun she had traveling through the abandon buildings in her hometown. The surreal feeling of smelling the decay of the forgotten metal towering over the urban landscape like a monolithic beast, dormant and ever so tired during its former rule over the younger buildings around it.Closing her eyes to picture the better part of her life venturing such places. Cinder pictured herself walking down the halls of torn drywall, moldy carpet and exposed wires in her bunny-hug with only a bag of food for lunch.

Before she knew it, she was back there, sitting on a decrepit couch eating a peanut butter sandwich while watching the rain pour outside the building. The warmth from her sweater protected her from the cold breeze that slithered its way through the stone tower. Lightning flash out the window, followed by the boom that shook the building. Unbothered by the sudden disturbance. Cinder sat up, putting the bread crumbs of her jeans and picked up her backpack.

“Time to go,” Cinder, sighed knowing that the lightning meant that the rain won't stop till tomorrow.

After she put on her backpack, making sure the chest strap was on tight. Cinder began walking through the building back home. Carefully stepping over holes in the floor, lightning flashed again through the open doors, temporarily blinding her, but kept going. She let her hand slid against the wall for support while her eyes readjusted from the flashing lightning. She stopped for a moment trying to figure out how much longer until she got to the staircase. Another flash of lightning erupted right beside the building, causing her to take a step back into one of the many holes in the floor.

Before Cinder could react, she fell through the hole and landed hard on her back on the floor. Staring dazed towards the hole she fell through, winded and annoyed. She got back up, only to wake up in the abandon weather factory cold, sore and confused.

Sitting up groggy from her horrible sleep on top of a tattered couch. She couldn’t help but stare at the bag in front of her. Hesitantly, she picked it up trying to figure out where it came from. The simple black bag was heavy like there were pieces of metal inside. Figuring that she would find nothing useful. Cinder opened the bag and found a scroll wrapped in a black ribbon on top of the black fabric.

“What the?” She said taking the scroll in hand trying to figure out where it came from. Shrugging at the thought that a fairy godmother is watching over her. She unraveled the scroll, tossing the black ribbon beside her and read the contents inside.

Dear Cinder.

I hope this package is of some help to your, “Current situation.”

Love. Your creepy brain troll.

Unsure on how to react to the contents of the scroll. Cinder decided to put the thought to the side for later and examined the contents within the bag. Taking out the first item which was a pair of black leather boots reinforced with a strange black metal, she wondered what purpose what they were meant for. The next item was… “What was it?” Cinder thought as she examined what she assumed was armored pants.

Black plates elegantly curved like a flame from the shin to the knees made up half of the pants. The knees had a black plate shaped like a heart and the thighs had only black leather except for the two shield-like plates that she assumed guarded her hips. The rest was just like any other jeans that anyone could buy.

“No wonder why the bag was so heavy,” Cinder said taking out the gantlets similar to her grieves.

The next item Cinder pulled out of the bag was a chest plate—also made out of the strange black metal, shaped to match her curves perfectly, but it only covered her breast, leaving her stomach and her collar exposed. The last few items that Cinder pulled out was simple cotton clothing and very lewd black lace underwear, which she hesitantly put on.

Thinking to herself, Cinder wondered what purpose she would need the medieval style armor for in this world. During her, “Escape,” from the techno-colored ponies. She noticed that they weren’t very hostile in their attempts of re-capturing her. If anything, they were at least trying to be quite friendly despite their concerns for the screaming naked ape that ran through their town. At least, that what’s she thought until arrows shot from golden flying guards started chasing her into the nearby forest. Thankfully, they didn’t follow her once she entered the forest.

Warm again, Cinder found a mirror that wasn’t totally destroyed and viewed herself in her new gear. Happy with how well her armor fits and looks, she couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused at her feminine figure, even though she would miss some of the benefits of being a boy like being able to go wherever she wanted. Or that she didn’t have to keep fit, but she accepted her new body, even if it meant sex would be way different from now on. Taking herself away from her own admiration, Cinder went to explore the facility some more before nightfall.

The quiet sounds of shifting metal echoed throughout the abandoned facility was music to Cinders ears. To her, it was a historic song of what used to be. How much history was in this place? She thought sitting down beside a small sapling that sprouted out of a rusty barrel. “I wonder if anyone knows where I am?” Cinder sighed twiddling her thumbs.

The faint sound of earth rumbling bellow Cinders feet didn't bode well for Cinder. She stood up and moved away from her seat backing away slowly from the noise, but as she moved, the rumbling got louder. A sense of urgency to run pulsed through Cinders mind. Trying not to lose her cool, she hid behind a fallen piece of scaffolding just in time to learn what was causing the ground to shake.

Earth blasted upwards like a volcano from where Cinder was sitting. Cinder peeked out from behind the bent steel she was hiding behind to see what was there. There were three anthropomorphic animals, two of which were wielding spears. The two wielding weapons; were bulky, upright, tall german shepherds while the third was a much shorter, curvy white wolf. The wolf motioned to the shepherds to guard the entrance.

Once the wolf’s guards stood at the ready by the opening in the wall, the wolf sniffed the air for any trace of an intruder, then looked towards the direction where Cinder was hiding with a smile on her face. “I know you’re there, so come on out so we can play,” the wolf purred sending a tremor down Cinders spine. Not wanting to see how fast the wolf could run. Cinder slowly came out of her hiding spot, hands in the air.

“That’s a good…” the wolf stopped and stared and Cinder. Cinder saw confusion in the walking wolf's eyes like what she was seeing was too alien for her to comprehend. “...Girl?” the wolf concluded. The wolf walked up to Cinder sniffing the air around her for anyone else that may have been hiding in the room, but Cinder knew that she was alone.

The wolf, now at arms reach, was a little shorter than Cinder. Cinder couldn’t help but feel slight amusement as the wolf sniffed her like a curious puppy. “At least she was clothed,” Cinder thought, looking at the metal plates that only covered the wolf's chest and groin. “What are you?” wolf asked glaring into Cinders eyes. Cinder thought for a moment, trying to put the right words together so that she doesn’t insult the wolf. “I am a human?” she blurted out.

“What is a human?”

“What I am?” Cinder smiled halfheartedly.

“Where do humans come from?” the wolf asked impatiently. Cinder thought for a moment, knowing that her world and the talking wolf's world was immensely different. Figuring that she has a much higher understanding in pretty much everything, she decided to try to get away with her knowledge.

“We come from great cities of light and thunder. We rule over the sky, earth and, water. Dragons fear us and griffins adore us,” Cinder smirked hoping that the wolf would take the bait, but the unamused stare told her otherwise.

“Prove it,”

Author's Notes:

Okay, trying out third person. Hope it was good.