You had met Comet a few weeks ago, when you had next to nothing, and was aimlessly wandering in the outskirts. She reluctantly took you in, because she couldn't leave someone to die. You two had slowly grown closer, despite Comet's general fear of people. She was actually quite kind, just a bit unexperienced in socializing.

You two were out of water. So, together, you went to get some. Safety in numbers. Your hand trailed through the tall grass, feeling the way it tickled your skin. And then you suddenly hear Comet stop walking and gasp. You look up.

“…”

A large water gate at the wall separating rings from outskirts, where you usually get water from. Dead crows surrounding the water, blood painted in spots as if they all crashed into the wall and died. You breathe, stepping closer. The water was blood red. Looking through the murky water was like looking through a window of rubies. But you could see the dead fish piling up at the bottom.