Sierra

It took her what felt like hours just to get to Manhattan. Sierra was starving. She realized that she couldn't eat too much of the special food, or it would kill her. And she didn't have any money left.

Once she got to Central Park, he internal radar was pinging like crazy.

Maybe I'm not going to find a place... Sierra thought to herself. Maybe I'm looking for a person.

Sierra wandered through the giant park, until she saw a group of 4 young adults hugging and talking. Are they carrying swords? She blinked, but she wasn't imagining it.

One blone girl was carrying a white-bone sword, one pale black-haired boy had a deathly black 3-foot sword, and a black haired girl had a golden sword at her belt.

Her internal compass and radar were pointing to these people.

Sierra hid in a bush and watched the 4 people. They were laughing, joking around, and generally having fun. Sierra sighed wistfully. She wished she had friends like that.

SNAP!

Sierra mentally kicked herself. She had stepped on a twig.

Please don't let them have heard that...

But they did. The four people walked towards the bush. Sierra felt terror spread through her.