#wanderingtodeath

Jeane grabbed a pick of breath, resting her back over the wall of the abandoned apartment's outdoors, in a narrowed alley. In front of her, a bonfire made with a drum full of garbage, flaming lively as she was lookingh through the sky.

Sunsets were moments of deep calm, knowing the signs of peace of daytime started to fade, leaving the streets of the damned city without the packs of modern peasants that lived a normal life in the city, opening the way to, as day after another like a routine, the pack of thugs and local mafias to start catching their prizes.

But for today, the streets of the northern part of the city were calm like in these facade of daytimes, but without a single soul in the woods of concrete and void buildings. Something's gonna happen, probably, but she only wanted to stay here and enjoy the warm of the bonfire, just being... alone, as she was ever.

But suddenly, her eyes opent, pupils dilating about sensing an strong aura. Someone was coming here, not knowing if friend or ally, but it beared a powerful soul. She just sighed again, hands over her knees, without expecting anything.

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