The sun was rising up, the grass was wet with dew, it seemed like just a normal day out. And it should have been, and maybe it was for the girl who walked with gasoline.

She was no more than five feet tall at best, but it was hard to tell from the way she looked. Her bright, blond hair looked a mess, and her sandals she had on looked like they boosted her height, if only a bit. She was thin, almost frail and malnourished looking, her brown coat made her seem larger than she was from certain angles. She wore the coat unopened, a white shirt and black pants covered the rest of her skin. 

The only other things notable about the girl were the gas mask that hung around her neck and her deadpan expression. Then, of course, the two red canisters she carried in each of her hands, filled with that black liquid that swished about as she walked, almost made it difficult for her to carry on.

Nonetheless she carried on, the smell of the gas plaguing her nostrils, replacing what would have otherwise been the pleasant smell of morning dew. 

She was walking through a neighborhood, or at least what once was a neighborhood. There were seemingly no people here, no cars driving by. Weeds and weathering had gotten the best of the sidewalk she strolled down now, the flowers had even seemed to overtake houses and rusted vehicles. There wasn’t anything sinister about it, it was just nature happening, still, it didn’t look like anything typical.

Despite this, the girl still carried on, both red containers in hand. She looked further down her path as she walked, she only encountered a few roaming animals on her way. Birds flew overhead, chirping, going about whatever their business was, a squirrel darted across the empty road, and by one of the houses, a large dog lay snoozing. None of them stopped her, and none of them seemed to pay her any mind, she just kept going. 

Further on still, she peered into one of the houses. She looked through a window, but made no attempt to get close, she didn’t even lead the sidewalk. Squinting a little, she could just barely make out the outline of what should have been people, perhaps a family? But no, they weren’t, the girl determined.

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They had the shape of people, but they were all a pale, bright white. No features were distinguishable on them, and that wasn’t just because of the distance. They looked like they were made of a murky liquid substance, that at any moment they would just collapse and turn into a puddle. 

But instead, they did nothing, they just stood. And so, the girl kept walking, gasoline in hand. She was getting closer to her destination now, she put some pep in her step, and hurried along, the gasoline sloshing around as she grinned a small smile.

The path stopped, the sidewalk turned to round the corner, the road formed an intersection, a stop sign was there at the corner she was going to pass. There wasn’t anything wrong with the sight or cause of worry, though as she rounded the corner, she could see something in the yard across the street. 

On the lawn, right next to the driveway of a house, was a small boat. At the helm, sitting under the awning, was clearly a man. He looked older, heavy set, and had tanned skin, almost looking deformed, the little hair he had on his head was all gray. From what the girl could see, the man was shirtless, and it was impossible to tell what the status was beneath his waist. The man eyed her, not taking his eyes away even after she stopped looking at him and walked away.

The girl was closer now, it was only on the other side of this park she was about to cross through. There was a big field there, and a playground that looked a bit ruined. On a day like this, you’d expect kids to be playing here, but there were none. If she was a bit younger, the girl might have seen herself play here once. But that wouldn’t happen now, she would keep walking, gas cans in hand.

Just as she passed under a tree, she heard something snap, like something had stepped out and made the noise, something big. She didn’t look back, made no attempt to, she just kept walking, that’s all she could do. 

She passed by one last abandoned car, not bothering to look at it, as she made her retreat into the park. She could hear the car shake, something let out a low pitched shriek. The girl didn’t bother to look at it, but in the back window of the car, was a large, shadowed face, watching her. It was impossible to discern much on the creature besides the face, but it looked like it filled the entirety of the back seat of the vehicle. 

It shrieked a stir, rocking it a bit. There was no way the girl didn’t notice, but she kept going. It was impossible to tell if she was afraid or not, the only response she gave was when she raised her arm, still holding the gas can, and extended her long, slender middle finger before walking away.