A crisp autumn wind blew fallen leaves across the cracked flagstones in front of the large, distressed structure. A tangle of vines blanketed the outer wall, and a dirty film dulled the large plate glass windows. The street lamp out front flickered with lonely, yellow light in the slowly darkening evening. There was a light on inside, and through the window, a figure could easily be seen hunched over a desk.<br/><br/>At first glance, the individual seemed almost human in her movements and posture. Even her clothing seemed completely suited to someone of the human persuasion. Yet, on closer inspection, it would be obvious that she was not truly human at all, but a dog. A dog with very human characteristics. Her golden ears hung about her face like shoulder-length hair, and her long fur was pulled away from her eyes and onto the top of her head with a neat little bow. Her white muzzle was half buried in the crook of her arm, and her bushy tail hung limply behind her as she sat in a chair, trembling.<br/><br/>"There's no one left." She whimpered, sniffling as she stared at a pile of bills and unfinished public works projects. "No-one..." She bravely swallowed tears, but shook with the effort, trying desperately to come up with some plan to attract people to the town, even while she had so much work to do.