She walked for days, the sun beating on her pale face, scorching it to a tan muddy colour. Edmee wandered, her nomadic instincts taking over from when she was a child. Her satchel filled with cluttered paper was held close, as if she were afraid it would get lost in the vast empty space which once held great cities. Her empty canteen was tied to her waste, the sound of it clanging made Edmee grow parched. Now that she realized how thirsty she was, she began to realize how hungry she was as well. Her supply of crackers had already been used up from yesterdays travels, she used her rations unproportionally and now Edmee must face the consequences of her actions.

In the distance, Edmee could see a building? She hoped it wasn't a mirage as she picked up her pace, her feet shuffling along the ground. The faster she made it there, the less likely it would be for her to die in the heat without anyone's knowledge. As she walked closer, the building grew clearer and clearer, it was a diner, an old one at that, yet how was it able to withstand years of malnourishment? She opened the door of the diner, her voice dry as she spoke, "Food... Water..." Edmee smacked her lips together. She was never great with people, especially when it came to buying things, her manner was far under acceptable on social standards.

She opened her satchel and threw her papers onto the table in front of her, ruffling her hair and muttering curses under her breath, "Fuck me, fuck you fuck me... God... Fuck." The papers were a mess, people could clearly see. Edmee didn't have time to put her story in page order, but now she has the time while she waited for a meal. Edmee searched through the pile of papers and began organizing them from the first page.