"I had a dream. It was a very nice dream. I dreamt of my parents. Of my slightly overworked but always content father and of my ever helpful and beautiful mother. They were both very smart, very wise and very old. We had a picknick in the castel garden, among the rose bushes. I'm very greatful for everything my parents did for me and for the dreams that let me see there faces again. Never letting me forget why i do the things i do. As for those filthy, detestible, disgusting humans... Hmph... Let them come! Let's see them try to take me!" The small girl with crimson eyes, pale and frail looking, no more than 8 years old said while hefting a huge, crimson, 10 barrelled rotary machine gun onto her shoulder as if it weighed nothing. Carefully making her way down the mountain of corpses she slept on, she carefully tidied up her fine, black silk, gothick dress. As her bare feet carefully stepped from one mangled corpse to another, her claws tapped the gun making clicking sounds. "Where should i go today? Continue West? Or maybe switch to the North? So many human cities and so much walking. I really should get myself one of those things they ride in." ----- Not much, just something i threw together in my spare time. Bare in mind that I am waiting this on my phone and the autocorrect is more of a pain than it is helpful so if you see a word that looks out of place just post the sentence in the comments and I'll try to get around to fixing it at some point.  Enjoy and see you on the other end.