The sunset splashed across the outskirts of the American city as Deri allowed herself to watch the colors change from fierce pink to purples in just minutes.  The years she lived with the virus never allowed her to feel the sun on her porcelain skin again, but safe in the shadows of the rock cave, she was able to take pleasure in the beauty of the night's arrival.<br/><br/>After the pale light from the disappearing sun was gone, she sighed softly and stood to continue in her search for the filth she herself had become.  Outside, the crickets began their lullaby as she picked up her machete and bow from ground and strapped them around her.  The nights were lonely without Kit, her falcon, but she knew that Winter was just around the corner and it got too cold for him to be at her side until near Spring.<br/><br/>Walking into the night, Deri looked to the sky, her green eyes shining bright as they adjusted, and wondered what direction she should take next.  As far as she knew, she exterminated the clan that terrorized the city of Portland.