Alyssa LeCuyer

Survivor Diaries

A small figure clung to the shadows, pausing to avoid the Collectors walking past. The figure was dressed in dark greys and black, the clothes tight fitting to her petite frame. On her back she carried a large backpack in the same color scheme, around her waist she wore a belt with a knife, flashlight, and a secondary belt with pockets filled with odds and ends. She relaxed into the shadows, her dark red hair draped around her cherub face half hidden by a mask. Her light blue eyes glinting in the disappearing light, she turned her face to the sky. Oh how she wished to see the stars again, but the pollution from the Unwanted Furnaces filled the sky like a thick miasma blocking all possible hope of seeing the brilliant balls of gas. She tensed as more footsteps came close to her hidden form in the shadows. She had to be careful letting her guard down with so many Collectors nearby, she couldn't risk getting caught. Everyone relied on her getting the much needed supplies, more so Sarah's life counted on her mission going well.