She sits in the rain letting the once annoying rain cover her and the rusty fire escape under her rough body. When she would once hide from the same rain she felt trickle down her cheek, for fear of damaging her hair, she know let absorb her numbness. Her once heavy and shielding eyeliner now runs down her face, not from tears but from rain. She doesn't cry. She hasn't cried since...since..yeah. She doesn't cry. She's numb to the world and it shows in her actions. Her shape, dark eyes are emotionless, as they always are. Even with a smile her eyes don't change. So cold and unchanging.
She should be standing guard for any of the undead. The biters. The ones who forced her into a group of the oddest people she's ever meet. They recently found a new one. A young one, about her age. Neil, he said was his name. Dark brown hair with a fading purple streak in the front. It tries to sheild his eyes but fails and only illuminates the shape and aggresively purple tint to