Five Years'It's been five years...' Cywren thought slowly. She would never be able to say those words out loud. She was alone in the Wasteland. It had happened so quickly...She, Sarah, Copper, Timebomb, and Quazar had come across a note in a small hut. "Dear Jane," It said. "I'm leaving all my weapons to you. Use them well." There was also a small map on the paper. It looked like this note was written months, maybe years, ago. Cywren decided to go look for loot. She knew it would be a long walk.After an hour, they came to a small super market. The sign was unreadable and mangled. She slowly opened the door to the inside."Cywren, is this a good idea?" Timebomb asked. "It might be a trap.""Of course!" She snapped. For whatever reason, she had been on edge. The Wasteland had gotten to her. "Timebomb, I can handle this! Don't make me babysit you!"Quazar barked. He could tell something was wrong, but he couldn't talk. The ruff on his neck stood up as he growled at Cywren's hand on the doorknob.