[Archaic Kitten]

Vivian let out a small moan, hunger tugging at her stomach as she wandered the streets. The black dress she wore was torn at the bottom and had a rip up the side that reached to her hip. The only good thing about it was that it made it easier to run. Her dark gray almost black, eyes scanned the area for any other form of life. She could hear the faint sound of music in the distance, and decided to follow it.

Her long white hair flew back as a slight breeze passed by, causing her bangs to go over her eyes. She shook her head to get the strands of white out of her field of vision, still walking. Her steps were short, but she was moving quickly. She stopped when she noticed a boy standing alone, staring out at something. She followed his gaze, her own soon landing on the carnival.

Was the carnival actually running? The music continued to play in her head. She shook the thought away. It couldn't have been her imagination. It WAS running. The bright lights shining, roller coasters running, and other rides making soft noise as they ran. Then a question popped into her head. How was it all running? Could there be other survivors taking refuge in the carnival? Once again, she shook the thought away, deciding to approach the boy.

[[Vivian: 14. White hair, almost black eyes. She's skinny, and stands at 5'4".
Hope my post is ok. ^-^;;]]