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Down the road a thin frame came gently into view. The sun in the high sky made it difficult to determine what exactly was coming. It didn't seem to stumble. It was simply alone, but on foot. Once it came closer, you could tell a slight , quiet, whistle came from it. Even closer, you could tell it was a female dressed in black heeled boots, tight blue jeans, grey tee, and a black leather jacket. Blood had stained various spots, none seemed to have come from a wound of her own.Short brown hair flipped here in there with the gentle breeze. Lips were puckered to create the whistling. Her face was serious and she seemed on a mission. At this point, she had not yet noticed any other's in the area.