The storm was picking up. She pulled tightly on her scarf wrapped around her head as she prayed for a bit of warmth and swiftness to her legs.

Her eyes were sore from the wasteland around her.
Yes, it was a city, one filled with buildings and people living within but that was all it was. Not a home, not a paradise, not the city she had known a year ago.
No. Once those in charge signed over their...