"Hey, wait, I mean no harm stranger!"

As if Miriam would actually believe that. Well . . . actually, she would. Indeed she would very much like to believe it, but now wasn't the time to be recklessly trusting others. She would wait until she was somewhere safer for people like her.

And so she kept running, not even bothering to look back. She was delayed slightly when she had some difficulty climbing over the fence of the cemetery, but she didn't hear anyone anymore, so she assumed they'd given up chase. Still, she kept running. It wasn't good to assume things like that just yet. Miriam ran straight into the nearest alley. Despite the cold that it brought, she was thankful for the night - it made moving about without being spotted much easier. She hid behind a dumpster and observed the area behind her for a moment, checking to see if there was anyone pursuing her.

Miriam gripped her cloak tightly. The girl wasn't physically inept by any means, in fact, years of constantly moving about has made her quite fit, but she was weakened with hunger. Her last meal had been a week ago, and she hadn't drunk anything since yesterday. Even simply running off like this was enough to make her tired now. 

Things like this were regular problems for Unnatural's on the run. Food, water, shelter; all these thing were deprived from them. Some had a natural repository of such things; either gifts from supporters or something they've already had in store. Others turned to stealing. It was the only other way left, and the logical choice for people such as them. Miriam, however, has never once and never will steal. She will beg, she will even eat out of the garbage if she had to, but she will not steal. Some people might call her foolish for her choice, but she didn't care. Her own pain wasn't enough to bring her to cause the same for others.

And so Miriam knelt there, waiting for pursuers and prepared to flee as far as she could before passing out.