[Sadrain]

November 24th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

The evening and night had passed quickly and quite nervously. Leila was quickly instructed of all her new duties, and they weren't few. Before she retired, she did a quick round around the camp, taking everything in, and only then, she hid in the safety and darkness of her tent, shadows greeting her like the old friends they were. After few hours of inaudible discussion with Shadous, the girl finally could curl up and fall asleep.

Her dreams were consumed with memories, colored blood red and filled with horrid sounds. Few times she woke up, and considering getting up, for such sleep was not restful, but in the end, she was lulled into dreams again. Around 6am, she was woken by a yell and sleepily gathered that it was the 'wake up bell'. Quickly, she got up and took her daily 'medicine'. When she was half trough dressing, someone stopped at the entrance - she saw the shadow trough the fabrics.

"Get up, princess, we're all done eating alr'dy," the man said in a mocking tone and Leila rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm coming," she replied, finishing dressing and pulled brush trough her hair for few times. Tomorrow, though, she would be all adjusted to the new daily routine and no one would mock her. Not that she needed anything else than a cup of coffee to kickstart her system.

Grabbing paper cup of hot - and foul tasting - coffee, Leila ignored all the smirking grimaces around her. She didn't linger at the base and headed to the first spot she had to patrol to and from until midday. This was going to be a long day...