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Clomp... clomp... clomp...
The sound of Yori’s footsteps echoed in the empty streets, barely audible over the sound of the rain thundering down around her. She was performing her nightly rounds, patrolling the desolate town as the clock neared midnight, and to no surprise whatsoever, hardly anyone was out on the town that night. I mean, only a fool would be out in such miserable weather!
She gripped tightly to the chain of Gama’s leash, in an attempt at stopping her hands from going completely numb, but to no avail, as her fingertips began to become shrivelled from the wet. At time’s like this, she wished she had invested in some more suitable clothing for these unpredictable summer storms, but it was a little too late for that. As the night dragged on, it became abundantly clear that there would be no hijinx that night, and all the usual suspects had decided to throw in the towel that night in exchange for a hot meal, dry clothes and a warm bed.
Talk about a complete waste of time!
By the time that conclusion was made, Yori was now drenched, shivering and thoroughly defeated. Surprisingly the same could not be said for her canine companion, who was still bounding through the puddles jubilantly, and barking at the shadows they cast, although just as soggy as his owner by that point. It looked like it was time to finally turn in for the night.
Standing at the curb, she stopped to fish for her lighter in her waterlogged jacket, wrapping the leash around her wrist to stop Gama straying too far as she searched. It took a moment, but she finally found it, dripping wet and almost empty in the darkest depths of her jacket lining. Well, there was no harm in trying, right? Retrieving a cigarette from her sports bra (damn... she a classy dame) she pulled down her mask and placed it between her lips, and began trying to produce a spark from her soggy lighter.
“... ... ...”
...But to no avail! After a solid minute of trying, she could not bring it back to life. Sucks to suck, bro. In response, she simply threw it into the gutter, cigarette still hanging limply from her mouth as her hair clung to her face. Truly a sight to behold.
As if matters couldn’t get ANY worse, Gama pulled his head out of a nearby storm drain to spy a tabby cat across the road, rummaging through an overturned bin, who seemed to spot him just as he spotted it. Springing into action, Gama bounded across the street, causing Yori to lurch forward as she struggled to regain control Overpowered by the dog’s brute force, she was mercilessly dragged across the street by the hell-hound, feeling as though her arm might just pop out of it’s socket. Rest in peach.
