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[Clio had been walking the streets for days. Only during the day, not that it made much difference. They still came out of nowhere. They still chased her down, and still bloodied her. She had found a rather large knife, but that was all the weapon she had. Though she told people that she was fine, the truth was that she wasn't exactly. There was a very large gash on her back and on her leg and thus she was quite slow.
She had just been lucky that nothing had taken a bite out of her. They were coming though, and Clio knew that she was going to die. It was just a matter of when. She wasn't a fighter, she didn't know how to protect herself. She had been too prideful, not only because she didn't want anyone to know where she was, but because most of the time, she didn't know.
It was only when she was stopped by a very large dumpster on fire. She was trapped. Where would she go?]
There's a lot of things on fire. I don't know where I am anymore.
She had just been lucky that nothing had taken a bite out of her. They were coming though, and Clio knew that she was going to die. It was just a matter of when. She wasn't a fighter, she didn't know how to protect herself. She had been too prideful, not only because she didn't want anyone to know where she was, but because most of the time, she didn't know.
It was only when she was stopped by a very large dumpster on fire. She was trapped. Where would she go?]
There's a lot of things on fire. I don't know where I am anymore.