This month had been one for the books. Just before the first Gummy Bear was spotted, Wichita had moved from Freedomtown to Monstropolis. Part of this was due to her budding friendship with Princess Bea, but what made her decision was when she woke up one morning to see that her sister, Little Rock, had seemingly gone back home. Wichita knew that she would be taken care of if she happened to not be there, though.
Coming from a zombie apocalypse, Wichita was used to monsters and having to kill things. The only thing that she actively stayed away from the entire month so far was the Cloverfield Monster. It may not have been the best movie, but she quickly complied when the evacuation was ordered. If you are not confident you can win a battle. you run. That was her motto in life.
She had already killed a Gremlin that night, albeit quite begrudgingly. They may be evil, but they were super cute. Her head was on a swivel as she made her way down an alley. About halfway through, she came upon a dumpster, as she stepped closer to it expecting another one of those little bastards, she heard what sounded like a girl crying. She sucked in her bottom lip, not fully dropping her guard. She had seen enough movies to know that it could easily be a demon impersonating a helpless victim. She carefully made her way around the dumpster, weapon at the ready just in case, not knowing what to expect at all.