(1) Eva

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Eva ran out of the cave, and into a tree. Typical. She rubbed her head. She looked like death. And smelled like death. And pretty much was death. She had been on the run for a week or so, and had not had time to clean or sleep or eat. She got about only a few hours of sleep each day, living off of a granola bar. And well, with all the monster attacks, she of course didn't have time to go find proper shelter with a shower. Eva decided to walk a bit further, no more than a mile or so, from the cave. Just to be safe. As Eva set up camp under a overpass and soon fell asleep in her tent, not knowing where she even was.

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