You visit your father’s grave every week, giving updates on your life to him. Sorrowed fill your being.

The skies were already dark. How long have you been here? You checked the weather, it supposed to be warm tonight. How come you feel a chilling breeze passing through you every now and then? Something that you never felt before.

A uneasy feeling washes over you. Turning to leave, you stumble back in surprise as a figure appears. She sits on the highest grave, glaring down at you, her long grim hair covering half her face..

It had watched you from the very beginning, curious yet territorial. For some reason that she can’t quite understand, the years she spent wandering the waste land alone.. You, could see her?