[center][h2][color=8dc73f]Dawn Cohen[/color][/h2][/center]
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With her back against the wall, Dawn hid in the shadows of a dusty, ruined house. She peered around the corner just in time to spot a muscular scar-faced man get his head literally punched in by an even more muscular, enormous man. She'd seen the enormous man a few times before, caught in gory fights that he seemed to be winning. She figured it would be best to keep out of his way.

Her stomach rumbled. How many days had it been since the last shipment of food crates came into the city? Using a secret makeshift entrance, she checked the food crate building every morning, but it seemed like they were coming in less and less frequently. She was skilled enough at stealing food, having had a lifetime of practice, but there seemed to be a dwindling amount of food to steal. She had been spending most of her days going from wrecked building to wrecked building, hunting for food and anything else that would make her life a bit easier.

She sighed and retreated into the roofless concrete. This building was more ruined than most. There was hardly anything here except rubble, and what looked like furniture covered in rubble. Maybe she would dig for a while and see what she could find.

She heard quick footsteps outside. Not knowing from which side they might enter, she ran and crouched amid the wreckage near the back door.