I want this rp to stay alive so I'll post))
Clark sighs and wanders out of the hospitial, past everyone and goes out into the front of the building. She takes another swig from her flask as she looks around. The streets seemed to be empty, except for a single beastie wandering around at the end of the street. But it was far enough away to not be worth the trouble of checking it out. The woman keeps a tight grip on her gun the whole time as she keeps scanning the area with her blurred yet still sharp eyes.
-Sorry, Cant write much since rps been inactive.))