Over her shoulder she would look. In spite of the warring away of the guard who stalked her she always remained on her guard. That guard often got too close; she noticed him staring at her from outside of the diner and it made her skin crawl even from the distance he kept. It was as if the guard were biding his time. She didn’t live at the complex that she was walking toward alone (against better judgment) but she’d been a bad friend lately. If that was what she and Zoe were because they’d spoken a few times. She wanted to be friends. She didn’t have many at all.
Looking at the ground Kyrie noticed the crumpled form of a young man laying on the ground. She rushed up, chewing at her bottom lip with nervous caution. “Are you okay?” She inquired with concern, brow furrowed. The handkerchief her bother had given her was drawn out of her pocket without a hint of hesitation. He looked alright in the face but she pressed the cloth to his face and forehead regardless.
He wore a badge. He was one of them same as she was. She suspected he was new here if only because of the confused look on his face and the trapped look in his eyes.