By Samuel Blades

The rain poured down hard and fast. It trickled down the boots of the cloaked figure, leaving her socks wet. She did not care, only one thing was on her mind tonight: death. She kept on walking down the dark and dusty valley, hoping to not let the water touch her skin cause, even though water is harmless to most people, it felt like like acid to her. You may have been able to tell by now that Mrs Grace was not a normal human being. She'd nearly reached her goal. "Not long now" she kept telling herself. "Not long now."