No matter how much Kylie drank, she was still thirsty. Her lips felt forever dry and her throat always cried out for more. No matter how much Kylie ate she still felt hungry. A horrible gnawing feeling always crept over the girl, a constant reminder of her new life. The city of BarClay welcomed her with open arms, many people wondering what had happened to the girl who stumbled into their city with her arms clutched around a bloody and burnt child's backpack. 

Kylie wasn't really sure of how long she had spent in the safety of the city, all tracking and the mere concept of time had been lost to her. How long she spent there didn't matter. She had spent so long in the wilderness, alone, that being in the safety of a town was all but foreign to her. She had almost forgotten what it was like to lead a normal life. 

Even now she didn't care about this town, or anyone in it. She only needed herself now, there was no need to find anyone else. She rejected the gifts and company of everyone who came up to the strange girl who always kept her eyes downcast. This town had nothing new for her, it was merely a place to steal some supplies and move on. But the rules disallowed this. These rules were pointless and stupid, it was survival of the fittest out there. The people here were greedy, keeping it all to themselves. 

And now she wandered aimlessly through Barclay, refusing to take up any sort of job while she stayed there. Kylie scratched at her arm through her coat. What she wouldn't do for a cigarette right now.