[color=ed1c24][i]If we die in a dream, we wake up in reality.  So...if we die in reality...do we wake up in a dream?[/i][/color]

Slumped into the uncomfortable seat of a rickety town bus, packed to the brim with people she was about to slaughter if they stepped on her feet again, a dark haired girl with ghostly white complexion and eyes crimsoned sat in a dismal, empty gaze out the window at the passing countryside.  [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlrgN5EQdt8]Job For a Cowboy[/url] blaring through the black and red skullcandies in her ears, the city, dirty and dangerous, had faded from her sight a sparse few moments ago, the cracked, filthy pavement spattered with dry blood, the back alleys littered with trash and sordid deeds, the skyscrapers that played witness to many a gruesome and horrid spectacle, they were all but distant memories now to her, Evelyn Nazareth Thorne.

[color=ed1c24]"The fuck are you looking at, grandma?"[/color]  She hissed at an old lady giving her a glare that pretty much said [i]burn in Hell[/i].  Merely she ignored the other scrutinizing, condescending glances she received from the bus passenger, pushing past the crowds and shoulder checking a few people carelessly, on her way towards the front and out onto the sidewalk, clutching in her hand her prized guitar, [url=http://www.monsonguitars.com/images/800_Demon_3-2.jpg]The Hymn of Thanatos[/url] nestled safely in a black hardcase crudely plastered with stickers from every band, from Anthrax to Butcher Babies to Dethklok, slung over her left shoulder a drab, olive green military duffel bag also adorned with several other stickers and patches from metal bands.

She was here, a new city, a new life....well...at least Evelyn hoped it would go that way.