I Reject

Feeling So Bitter, but Never Hatred
Afternoon had fallen upon the remnants of the city. Blackened buildings could be seen, seemingly forever smoking due to the eternal fires that burned through their foundations. Not a living thing crept among the grounds, either due to the incident that had befallen the citizens, or because of what now resided among it. Nothing but the Adjuchas roamed, seeking out any prey that dared to come across the land - even their own kind. Nothing was safe from their hunger. However, there was one thing that dared to creep among them, walking in the shadows in a seemingly ghost-like matter. It was a figure of feminine status, long and orange hair tied up in a ponytails, a black jacket laced with fur at the color, and blue jeans with boots.

This was one of the shadows from the winter war.

Orihime Inoue.

Her eyes looked everywhere in worry as she went from building to building, looking for something that wasn't supposed to be there. Her reason for being in such a desolate place was simple: her curiosity had gotten the better of her. While taking her usual weekly hike, she could spot the blackened buildings and structures from where she had been, her alarm having shot up immediately. Since the damage seemed so new... could there be any survivors? She hoped so...

And thus, she continued to search.