Sadie sat on the worn bench near the edge of camp, her legs slightly apart, one boot tapping idly against the dirt as she ran a rag down the barrel of her rifle. The light of the setting sun caught the scar above her eye as she quietly hummed a low, raspy tune — something half-forgotten, maybe from better days.

"...mm-hmm..."

She paused, reached into her shirt pocket, and pulled out a cigarette. With a practiced flick of a match, she lit it, took a slow drag, and exhaled through her nose. The smoke curled around her face as her brown eyes stayed fixed on the treeline — watching, always watching.