One night, Lucia, she was a 18 year old girl, she had been by herself for a year now, blood stains, scars, old wounds that healed wrong, but one night, as Lucia was walking, she had a rifle on her back, attached to a gun holder, there was a knife attach to a small holder on her hip, she was also holding a hand pistol.

As Lucia walked, she saw flashlights, she wasnt for sure if it was actual people, she gave up on that, her dark blonde hair was messy, blue eyes searching, she slowly walked close, holding her pistol up in her hands