[i]Queens, Woodside, Saint Michael's Cemetery[/i]

 Miriam shuddered as she walked and huddled closer to her blanket as she walked down the road. The night was cold, but that wasn't anything new. Honestly though, she'd have liked it if she could find a more comfortable place to stay where she [i]wouldn't[/i] be hunted down. 

 [i]Oh well, beggars can't be choosers[/i], she thought. The Cemetery really was an excellent place to hide. Even though there was the staff or some occasional mourner who'd come by she was scarcely noticed. She wasn't sure if this was due to the clothes she was wearing or because hiding behind a crypt and only coming out at night tended to scare most people away. Oh well.

 Still, this was her last night here. She'd heard tell of small gatherings of Unnatural's like her at Brooklyn. If she could get there it would finally be goodbye to having to be constantly on the move, constantly hungry, constantly afraid, and best of all, it would be an end to constantly being alone. 

 Miriam missed her friends. No, it would be better to say she missed [i]people[/i] in general. Ever since she'd been on the run three years ago, she never even had time to talk to people, for fear of being turned in to the government. She desperately wanted someone she could trust or even someone she could just [i]talk[/i] to. She hated feeling lonely like this. The only consolation she had that kept her dying from this depression (and she was unsure if this was simple hyperbole or literal fact . . .) was the fact that she was never alone. She knew God was on her side at all times, and for now, that would suffice.

 "Hey, you there! What're you doin' here, the Cemetery's closed!"

 It was also times like this when she wondered [i]why[/i] God kept testing her faith so . . .

 Miriam didn't even look back or answer, and simply broke into a run - which was rather difficult considering the travel bag she was lugging. In the wake of the Civil War, even public places like cemetery's were patrolled regularly and closed of at certain times; this was because certain abilities of Unnatural's involved the usage of the diseased, and as such she was here illegally and would be detained if caught. She couldn't afford that now. Getting caught meant getting arrested, getting arrested meant the police, police meant files and records of Unnatural's, and that all lead up to the government, which would end up with her back in a facility. 

 Miriam shuddered as she ran.