Charlee gleamed as they walked out the door forgetting about the gray outside world. The sun was setting on the city casting long shadows. But Charlee no longer fit into their drab surroundings. Their cheeks were pink from the cold, their jacket a shade of blue so deep you could almost reach into it, their orange socks poking out from their boots. They tucked The Plan under their arm and began to walk home.
After a few blocks Charlee heard a rustling back in an alley and quickened their pace. Then more shuffling in the deep doorway of an abandoned building. Shadows peering over their own shoulder at Charlee. They shivered. Walk faster. After quickly turning a corner Charlee felt someone or something grab at The Plan.