[ToxxicRenegadeAngel]

She opened her backpack, and pulled out jeans and a flannel shirt - coupled with her boots, she hoped she would blend in with the locals she had seen going about their business the day before. She pulled an old baseball cap on, and had a pair of sunglasses tucked into her shirt pocket.

[ToxxicRenegadeAngel]

She picked up her mobile, and tucked it into her jeans pocket as well before shouldering the backpack. She never left home without it - regardless of wherever 'home' was at the time - as it wouldn't have been the first time she had to run without returning for whatever she left behind. As a result, her walls would always be bare but her backpack had everything she held dear.

[ToxxicRenegadeAngel]

As she locked the door behind her, she pulled the baseball cap low on her forehead and strode to her truck. The unassuming little house she had been moved to had high hedges blocking the view of it from the street, but she knew better than to believe she hadn't been seen - a curtain in the upper window of the house next door had twitched as she passed.