The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
gate to street, Outside Church
people
person
The humans walking around. I am one of them. A head, 2 arms, and two legs. No tail!
hi Hello there. Are you leaving town too? No, I'm out walking for some fresh air. This place is too loud for me. all i can hear is that gate. where are you headed? To the countryside. nice, do you have family out there? No, I am alone. I need to go somewhere peaceful. I am sorry you are alone. It looks like it might snow. Oh, I hope not. I need to hurry and find a new home. I don't want to freeze. I don't understand. Are you traveling? Yes, I am leaving this city behind tonight.