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Rissa couldn’t stay with the Stalkers at the apartment complex any longer. After the carnage she witnessed the night before, she had to move on. She decided on New York as her next destination.

I always wanted to go to New York, she thought as she made her way to the airport. There has to be a lot of scumbags there that need killing. They should put me on TV. I’m sure helping the crime rate wherever I go.

Rissa had broken one of her rules last night. She stole money. She didn’t take it from an Outsider though. She stole from the other Stalkers. I will not feel bad about this, she thought while searching through their belongings. Not after what they did to those poor homeless people.

Entering the airport, she looked around curiously. She hadn’t been around this many people since Julia turned her. I can do this, she thought, fighting the urge to take. I have to get on that plane and make it to New York.

After purchasing her ticket, Rissa sat in the waiting area. An elderly woman sat beside her. Pulling her knitting out of a bag beside her, she remarked, “I sure am glad you’re here, young lady. I’m scared to sit beside just anybody at the airport.” She shook her head before continuing, “There are some bad people in this world. You can never be too careful.”

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