Setting: It didn't happen in an instant, but one day everyone seemed to wake up in this country asking themselves what happened. Every dog has it's day, it just seemed to be that this dog's day was over, and the sun had set on the horizon. The United States was the new symbol of disrepair. Plagued by economical woes, rising inflation and a reemerging trend of crime and corruption, it had become a shameful husk of it's former self. But it was still alive and kicking, within that pitiful husk. The sky was awash with grey as night settled in. Street lights had already flickered on across the neighborhoods and town, and as usual the cold night was virtually soundless- save for the ambience of a highway far off and the occasional car flying through. Street side, the casual straggler made their way tight within the warmth of their coats. A single human being waiting for the bus, or a wanderer destined for home. One such straggler carried on through after arriving at a bus stop and continued on until they entered a neighborhood row to row with tiny houses, many of them condemned, or empty. People and kids playing ball in the street paid the stranger no mind. However as this person continued their walk on through, it felt more obvious that the stranger was simply going nowhere in particular. Or so it seemed. Once surely out of sight, they turned in between two houses and seemed to disappear. The stranger was bundled up so it was particularly difficult for one to see a hint of their face, especially in the growing dark, although they were of short stature.