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On a windy night, in a field there is a lone figure. This figure is a woman, she has blonde-orange hair which fell in her startling blue eyes. She puts her smoking gun on her shoulder and looked around at the corpses of zombie-like creatures. The moon was shining down at the area and the woman looked up at the sky before closing her eyes. She then opened them once more and looked at the moon which shined down on her unnatural natural pale skin. Good job Police Girl. Come back now. / "Yes my master." The woman said and gave one last longing look at the moon before walking away from the area./