Elayne
A malnourished red-headed girl with many freckles, dark green eyes, and a roundish face. Her bearing and poise give the sense of an intellectual woman; one with cunning, skill, and perhaps a little mischief.
She is holding a soylent red.
You find yourself fantasizing about women.
[ You gained fetish points in women! ]
Her unprotected head was topped only by roughly-hewn, self-styled, reddish-orange hair. In better times, it might have been called curly, but now was only limp, oily, and tangled.  Her young face, though still bearing the smooth androgyny of childhood, managed to hold a rough, raggedness that came from years of hiding in fear, and from years of near-starving on rationed food.  Her shoulders were slender; the pale arms beneath them showing no sign of any distinguishing musculature.  Her slim hands were obviously reluctant to hurt; and much more eager to heal. Her fingers long and dexterous, were capable of digging deep into wounds or into tiny spaces between damaged fabrics.  A flat abdomen slopes down from her ribcage, which slightly shows under her malnourished form. Her hipbones slightly jut against the skin, forming slight indenting lines which point inward.  Several vertibre lightly jut against the skin of her back; especially whenever she bends over. At the very least, though, it appeared that her back wasn't curved unnaturally.  From the spine, leading down into a small cleft between young, smooth cheeks, lies a pert, slim little rear; holding on to hips that might have belonged to either a boy or a girl.  Her hairless cunny stays exposed to the world, the skin pale and pink, undarkened by age or by use. Her vulva and labia both appear tight, and still firmly pursed beneath the slight gap in her thighs.  Her slim thighs never seem to be able to meet one another, as slender as they were. She looked to be good at moving lightly on them.  Her feet curved slenderly, with a delicate arch on bottom and jagged toenails on top. They appeared to be quick and sneaky, always ready to move.  Her breasts, exposed for all to see, are barely budding, but swell proudly from her chest. They are topped with pale, pink nipples, slightly stiffened to the chill of nudity.  They are about an A cup.  There is a tattoo on her arm of a small barcode, with the ID number WU2CE38800 running along the length of it.
She has a duffle bag slung at her side and an antenna whip and an electrical cord coiled around her shoulder.
She is 13 years old.