(Safety M)
“You know who dies in the streets? Rats. We are not rats,” she spat. On the rooftops they were unstoppable. Only the gods could knock them from their place. In the streets people fought and suffered and died. She knew all too well the savagery of a man connected to the earth. Her feet had not touched earth, true earth, for months and the feeling was freeing. No longer did she have to worry about where her next meal might come from. No longer did she have to fight for her life over dirty water and leaky shelter.