She walked slowly across the burnt, cracked highway. It was clear that she had nowhere to go. Her feet dragged, her hands hanging at her sides. Her limp hair, once a fair golden colour, hung around her head, dark grey, the colour of the ash.
She stopped, turned her head ever so slightly to the right. Looked out across the ashen plain stretching out to eternity. She gazed for what seemed like ages, standing there, looking towards her fate. She looked up, quite suddenly, now looking towards the grey that was much the same as the great plain. She thought of the sun, how happy it used to make her. Now thoughts of it just made her more weary than ever. She pretended she saw a small ray of hope breaking through, and her interminable longing for that to happen made tears began to trickle down her grime streaked face. She stood, standing there, staring up at the dead sky, praying to the god she knew wasn't listening and crying. When she was done praying, she lowered her head again and began her endless shuffle along the road once more.