Athena
I ran into one of the scrawny-looking souls scattered at the front of the building. Surprisingly, he was a male.
“Watch where you’re going,” he protested as some others grumbled from the impact while I unintentionally made a few of them trip. “Who are you?”
“She’s one of us now,” the fat woman responded for me as I pulled myself back to my feet in embarrassment.
“In that case, you need a change of clothing. You cannot hunt dressed as a clown.”
The man who seemed to be the leader stepped close to me as the crowd surrounding me dispersed. I saw a heap of old clothing drop before me. They were faded camouflage trousers and a tiny top.
“Hurry up,” the man commanded as I picked up one of the pieces of cloth that looked like my perfect fit. Maybe this was a chance to finally get
