Ah, but Isaac should have been afraid to walk around Austin by himself. Not because of the biters, mind you, but because of the people who lived within the city. Or, more accurately, beneath it. Emilie was restless; she couldn't sleep, which wasn't anything strange, and rather than lie in bed and stare at the overwhelming amount of cracks in the ceiling of their train car, she rolled off the mattress, slid on some clothing and ventured into the tunnels.
She was already running low on the supply of Prax that Rodeo had supplied, some of that because of her own habit and some because of the other ghouls that would do anything and everything to get their hands on the shit. It made her feel powerful, to possess that much pull over her fellow addicts. A dangerous thing, really, for someone who was already so power hungry.
Emilie wasn't sure what urged her to surface this particular night. It wasn't often that she moved above ground, even at night (but especially during the day), but on this particular night the ghoul found herself at one of the many entrances into the tunnels, eyes scanning the street beyond, and that was when she saw him. He wasn't a ghoul. Nothing about him was familiar, and Emilie's hackles were immediately risen.
The last stranger who wandered too close to their tunnels was torn to pieces by Emilie's dogs. Didn't this man know better?
"You lost? Fallen down the rabbit hole, handsome?" Emilie purred, the threat obvious in her voice, and she took a few confident steps forward, one hand resting over the knife she had strapped to her thigh.