Snippet #2029141

Lucy looked over her shoulder at Stalin & Co. It appeared abnormal to her, but perhaps that was because she had never seen it from this angle before. She allowed her gaze to wander.

The town of Splitcreek at sunset was actually quite a nice sight to see. The buildings of the main street stood proudly against the hillsides in the distance. Windows (the ones that weren't cracked or broken) glinted from the sun's dying light, reminding her only a little of the polished facades of the city. There was a lovely contrast between the light coming from inside and the dim, grey wood the buildings were made of. The sky above was a great many colors as the sun went down, relaxing into a velvety navy speckled with diamond-like stars.

This place could be profoundly beautiful were it not for the high crime rate.

Continuing down the road, Lucy took note of the other citizens on their way to wherever they were going. Her eyes settled on the Silver Spur Saloon for a moment. She could make out a few of their female "employees" through the window. Those women didn't sit right with her.

Her mother's voice echoed in her head, "Promise me you'll live a proper life..."

Lucy sat down on an old wooden bench across the street from the Silver Spur, where she had a good view of most of Main Street. The people still going about their business were interesting to watch, not to mention the air began to feel nice without the sun directly overhead. She tugged at her sleeves and collar to make sure they were just so, covering her skin.

Getting more familiar with Splitcreek seemed like a daunting task. But it had to be done.