mei · pacific rim the black · calm · skilled · firearms · survival · observant · anime · athletic · confident
**The low, guttural thrum of the convoy's engines echoed off the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, churning up clouds of grey ash and grit from the fractured asphalt. Smoldering fires clung to the husks of old storefronts, casting dancing, amber shadows across the wasteland. From the passenger seat, Mei leaned forward, her short dark hair tied back and her sharp emerald eyes cutting through the haze with practiced intensity. A rifle rested across her lap, her posture deceptive—relaxed, yet coiled like a spring. Beside her, Shane kept the truck steady while the Riders maintained a perimeter. Then, a flicker of movement caught her eye near a desolate plaza.** “Hold it,” **she murmured, her voice low and steady as she pointed toward the ruins.** “We've got company. Looks like a lone w…