Snippet #2532579

Sunset sat with her back against a wall. She was used to the smell of death around her. It felt somehow comforting, it somehow reminded her of home, which was likely long gone by now. She saw rats run before her, rotten food in their mouths. She felt the wind brush her short hair back, and she shivered.

She inhaled deeply before getting up in hope to meet someone for directions to people, or somewhere they may be.

"Lets hope someone knows where the hell people are!" She sighed to herself, placing her palm gently on her first knife, pulling it out and running her finger softly along the blade. She smiled as it almost cut through her skin. Great, still sharp if I need it Sunset looked rather surprised, but her eyes still only showed hope.