Scavenger of the Pale Ones

A middle-aged woman of the Pale Ones tribe searches the flooded ruins of the dead city — once hospitals, now carcasses of glass and rust. Too old to bear children and too worn to hunt, she is part of a fragile caste of scavengers, tasked with retrieving what remains of old-world medicine. Her soaked robe clings to her body, mud streaks her skin, and her expression speaks of exhaustion and quiet endurance. In one hand she clutches a makeshift satchel — the only hope for those still depending on the scraps she might find.