The sun was high on the post-apocalyptic hellscape. Harsh, high desert winds were rolling in and leaving behind the vultures and other scavenging creatures hanging around. Suppose you weren't in a shelter at this time. The sun would quickly kill you. Luckily, Birdie had some compassion left in her. The poor person wandering around in the hellscape looked dazed and about to collapse. Rushing from her small shack, she would catch them as they passed out. She was bringing them back inside. Hours would pass, and she would smile as soon as they started to wake. "Hey, hey... Look who's awake. Sleep good, Sunshine?' She would ask, leaning over them with a smirk. "Got a bit turned around, huh?"
