Home is behind, the world ahead
April is out.
It's not like there isn't still danger, roaming the streets and all, but April is a pretty non-threatening person, at first glance. She's hardly five feet tall, slim, drowning in a too-large patched leather jacket, walking down the street barefoot, despite the cold. Hey, she's got boots! Slung over her shoulder.
She just doesn't like them.
She's been thinking about a lot of things recently. She's had dreams. Portents, maybe you'd call them. Something's coming to Chicago, something maybe not good. She just doesn't know what it all means. So she's outside, walking in the cold. Barefoot.
It's not like there isn't still danger, roaming the streets and all, but April is a pretty non-threatening person, at first glance. She's hardly five feet tall, slim, drowning in a too-large patched leather jacket, walking down the street barefoot, despite the cold. Hey, she's got boots! Slung over her shoulder.
She just doesn't like them.
She's been thinking about a lot of things recently. She's had dreams. Portents, maybe you'd call them. Something's coming to Chicago, something maybe not good. She just doesn't know what it all means. So she's outside, walking in the cold. Barefoot.