She stepped out of a shed that was covered in galvanized steel that looked timeworn and tattered. The siding poorly nailed to the weakened wood frame structure shrieked and bashed as the wind began to steadily pick up. She left the door open on its corroded hinges, and walked away from the shack a few yards on the loose yellow soil. The sun was barely visible thought the orange haze of the atmosphere. As the wind struck her, a rhythmic fizzing sound was made by particles of debris colliding with the loose fitting chemical suit she was wearing.
In the dust storm this woman stood very straight and tall, wearing bright purple four inch heels that looked like they had never seen the outside of a shoe box. The top of her feet and ankles were bare and crimson in color. Strips of two inch grey adhesive tape sealed the bottom of her oversized yellow suit, just above her ankles. Two more strips of tape formed a seal between her long sleeves and orange gloves that were partially covered in dry oil. Despite the suit being overly roomy, her small frame could be easily discerned. A tarnished beat up yellow air bottle rested on her left hip attached to a thick black belt, and supported with a thin shoulder strap. Hooked to the bottle was an air hose, and it connected to a full face respirator. Scraggly short black hair unevenly spiked around the buckles, straps, and skull cap of the respirator. The scratched fogged up face shield reveled little details about her face, but two bright eyes were easily detected. The respirator held airtight tight against her jaw, just above her unprotected neck that was bright red and glossy.
She stood in the tempest immoveable, and barely able to see ten feet through the thick particles. Looking slightly upward towards the sun, and out into the world that had turned against her, she moved her right gloved hand to the tape on her left arm. With great accuracy she managed to find an end to the tape that sealed her glove to the sleeve. She pulled the tape off slowly and deliberately, grabbed the loosened fingers of the glove, pulled the glove off, and then let the tape and glove fall to the ground. With her exposed fingers that were long and slender, red and splotched in dark bruises, she reached down and toyed with the connection on the tank. A brief hissing sound could be heard over the lashing wind, as she disconnected the hose form the tank.
Moving up her body with uncovered fingers, she easily found the hidden zipper on the suit that was near the base of her neck. She moved the zipper down carefully, all the way past her navel, reveling flesh that was slightly less red and somewhat less shiny than the rest of her skin. There was a sense of strength in the way she stood, and in the precision of her actions – then she excelled. She had been holding her breath since the air hose was disconnected. She then breathed deeply the cold radioactive particles in the dry grimy air. She allowed the elements of this forsaken world to bombard her body, believing she chose her own ending.