Lifeless bodies were seen strewn in the pest-infested dump site. Nobody would have noticed that a child was still breathing shallowly among the piles of corpses. She came to her senses and started scrutinising her surroundings. The child looked extremely disheveled, she was barefooted with messy shoulder-length black hair and an unkempt dress. At a closer glance, her dress was apparently oversized while the pattern on the dress was something out of the ordinary, it was a four-edged star encompassed by a circle. Not only it was unorthodox, it was laced with gold linings that were now covered in dust and soot that they lost their former glamour.
"I'm hungry," she thought to herself.
She took a glance at the lifeless corpses with disdain.
The girl was a picky eater. She wouldn't want to consume something so synthetic. This is because in her opinion, humans consider processed food as their daily staple, which makes them junk food to her as well.
I prefer fresh and healthy ones.
The girl squinted at the small creatures rummaging the piles. Rats, maggots, mites, but nothing came to her liking.
They're smelly.
The girl was exhausted, too exhausted to hunt.
I need to find a place with people. If there's people, there's creatures. Then there's blood.
With a new bright hope in mind, she started taking one step, and another, towards wherever that smelt nicer to her.
She was born with an innate and superior sense of smell. She just knew a settlement with humans was close by.
She walked and walked. Her legs were like jelly. She was feeble, but her dark walnut eyes denoted her igniting will.
Until a small village was in sight, her consciousness faded and her limbs fell like a stringless puppet.
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