[Ishu]

December 2nd, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Amante looked up, assuming he had been called, and saw Leila. She got the ice cream, which he knew she would, and thanked him for saving her in the tunnels a day or two ago. She disappeared back into her tent and he could hear her eating it. He grinned, glad to know she was not totally cold, like ice cream... she could be sweet sometimes.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he wandered past her tent and took in a deep breath through his nostrils. As he wandered over to another tent, checking the area a bit, he went through the smells he'd picked up from her. She smelt of flowers and an old, dead or ding field. It smelled more like formaldehyde and rotting corpses along with... nightshade. She'd gone to a cemetery.

nodding to himself, he figured it was nothing, but mostly due to the fact that there were no live smells on her, and plopped down in a corner in the outpost, looking up at the light seeping in from a grate so far up that any noises that came from them would likely go unnoticed. He drifted off to sleep, again, head resting on his own shoulder.