The King of GeneCo was dead.
Cameras flashed and made the streets light up as a young girl fled the scene of two deaths- people flooded the streets around her, trying to ask how much of this show had been planned, asking what she planned to do. Panic filled her mind as her body felt the pains of withdrawal, after years and years of taking an unnecessary medication that she still didn't know what it was.
She couldn't stay in her home. No, people would find her easily. She stopped by to grab her pills and a bag stuffed to the brim with clothes, then left, unable to bring herself to take the medicine. She ran in the direction of a familiar part of town, leaving her mask behind and finding the dirty, dim lit alleyway. Light from a fire flickered around the corner, and she walked towards it, brushing past the junkies and trying to stay calm. "Hello?" She rounded the corner and found who she didn't even realize she was looking for-
Graverobber.
Her eyes locked on his pale face, her own being warmed as she drew closer to the fire. She was shaking, especially in the hands, trying not to seem as afraid as she was.
