The day was slowly drawing to its end, settling on the horizon with a glare that still caused Simone a little discomfort but nothing when compared to the sun’s uncompromising midday gaze. She hated midday. Midday sucked. Still, this was unpleasant and as the Darkling had a night off, she had decided to explore the closest park to Mercy General; namely, McKinley.
Wearing a loose pair of denim dungarees over a white Gap tee, Simone sat on one of the benches, simply watching the evening approach. She had kicked off her sandals and had crossed her legs on the bench to. Next to her was a plain canvas bag that held within a novel, some apple juice, her cigarettes and lighter, and finally her telescopic sight. The rifle, however, was left at home. For now, she was simply scouting.