The Safehouse was an abandoned shell of a building that stank of neglect and nihilism. It lay in an insignificant part of town that was slowly going through gentrification and development. So far the course of change had neglected the Safehouse, so it lay broken and abandoned in an overgrown space that once had been a yard. After the hot summer, the yard was all withered and cracked; brown stalks and shrunken vines clung tenaciously to the rusting fence.
In the murky darkness, Caroline the Plague Cat waited. The emaciated woman was feasting on a feral cat that had chanced upon her hiding place. Raw. It was a disgusting sight and the Plague Cat made no effort to hide the bloody mess.
I didn't want to presume that the Plague Cat had been hidden anywhere specific. So here is a neutral space.
Krieg ErlangShen Psychangel Mable Wood John Davis JonReeves