Swinging her legs idly off the fence she was sitting on, Eveleen - or Eve - looked out at the people milling past her. So many living...so many to die.
She sighed, shaking her head hard enough that her long black hair obscured her face, blocking the view of all the life and death from her dark brown eyes. So many people...who to mourn for first?
She could, she supposed, pick one at random. But where was the fun in that? She'd never get to know them before their death if she did it that way. Best to pick someone who had a little longer left to live...