Chapter 2: Greasing up those bets and betters

Driving down the seemingly empty streets he gazed out the window taking in the scene before him. It had been a week since his last, his patience alone deserved this. Scoping those left fallen by humanity his heart thudded. Anonymity filled the air.

He saw her coming out of a bar, her long blonde hair flickering in the wind, knee high boots squeezing her tightly. Her outfit of choice giving her away, there was no arguing what she was. He adjusted the rear view mirror observing the subject as she entered her car.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he watched her drive off. Fleeing from his vision but not from his thoughts. She'd remain there until fate let them reunite.

As he left he took the memory of her with him. Locking and storing her away.