It's never been this bad before, she thinks to herself. It's never been this bad! She was always able to handle it herself, but now it just seems like it's bound to get worse. The women pulled a hood high over her head, and popped the collar as she walked through the shambles of a small town that she's never been to. The year wasn't important, and neither was the date. It was sometime in the fall, and winter was coming up fast. Society has been decided and divided, and she was currently apart of the group that people didn't want. "Them." Gennette was normal, as much as she could tell. She lived normally, had a normal family in a normal house, but something must have happened along the way. You see, Gennette had this strange and unsettling ability to grow plants very well, but also flowers. Growing flowers isn't one of the reasons why she's just very different, but it's where she grows them. The women picked at her skin terribly, pulling out the brightly colored flowers and leaving a small trail of them behind her. She's starting to move faster, now, because the last time she got caught like this, they almost killed her. You see, the two societies were separated between 'Them' and 'They'. They're the bad guys, who want to kill them. It's a little more in-depth than that, but for now, it was just Gennette taking on the world alone. Well, until she saw him.