It was difficult to admit that it was much different than she'd remembered. The city was a dank, poor place before with the economy crashing, but as the girl stood from the corner of the road, she took note of the deteriorated surroundings of the streets she used to consider home. Shops were boarded up and abandoned, the roads dimpled with potholes. It seemed the world had turned on it's backside while she wasn't looking, but even in a place as empty and rotting as this it was still dotted with layabouts and life was almost the same for every corner of town. She swiped a newspaper caught in the trappings of a stormdrain. The headline reads: "Economic downturn continues! Widespread looting and violence flood the Nation." As her eyes turned towards the sun setting over the cityscape in the west, she swore she could see billows of smoke in the distance. Without much wait she continued to roam, following the paths of the homeless and stragglers that strolled along the sidewalk. She was a short, little thing, covered from head to toe in a bucket hat and sunglasses- her dark brown hair tucked under a tattered dark green shemagh and a black hoodie which afforded both protection form the last of the summer sun and from the eyes of strangers. As she came along she gravitated towards a boarded up convinience mart and slipping her fingers around the edge of a plywood board she pulled it back just far enough for her to get a meager glance of the interior. Setting: Summer in an urban US city, one of many trapped in the grief of economic turmoil and societal madness. The police seem non existant and it's every man for themself against evil and violence which has blossomed in the dystopian filth, and all kinds of creatures worm about flitting beneath the surface.