Freya sat upon the roof of a tall building which overlooked the decay bellow. The cracked streets littered with rusted carcases of cars while the flora slowly took back the land that belonged to it. It was often she could be found here, often sitting for hours at a time as the sun slowly dropped in the sky, turning a beautiful orange as it faded beyond the buildings across from her. Every so often she could see an infected wandering across in the distance, making her wonder who that person once was and what kind of life they had left before the infection rotted away at the walls of sanity in their minds. Depressing thought's for sure, but then for her it at least provided her with a piece of mind. She levelled her rifle and peered down the scope as she gave a quick check of the area. After all the infected weren't the only things stalking the world, and she would know this better than most.