DAY 4: Msida, Malta
[from one of the various homes, a teenager donning a Japanese-styled school uniform emerges, wielding nothing more than a wooden baseball bat; she had an odd, yet bad feeling about what was going on, even if she was lost and confused and hadn't a clue about what just occurred, so there was no harm in protecting oneself in the meantime. it was the best thing she could find quickly, amongst a bunch of child's playthings.
slowly, she steps out into the open, keeping a constant watch on her surroundings. there was no one in sight, and that, more than anything, worried the girl. there had to be someone around-- anyone.]
slowly, she steps out into the open, keeping a constant watch on her surroundings. there was no one in sight, and that, more than anything, worried the girl. there had to be someone around-- anyone.]