“Welcome to Moreno Valley!” The sign hung lazily off a wooden post sideways. Moreno Valley was home, it was where she’d been trying to get all along. Now that she’d finally made it, she wished she’d have thought better of it. Home, her home, was gone. Everything she’d known and loved had been decimated.
Lark stood in the hot July sunshine. That was the only thing that was as it should be. Summers were notoriously hot in her home town. Her green short sleeved T shirt clung to her sticky skin leaving her feeling dirty and irritated. It seemed that considering the circumstances, the sun would show her poor home town some mercy and back the hell off.
The roads were still intact for the most part, that had been the same everywhere she’d been so far. Buildings were torn asunder. She hardly recognized the place. The hills surrounding the city acted as a compass for Lark. She knew exactly where she was in relation to those hills. Her old high school had been directly across the street from the base of those hills. She knew her way anywhere in the city from there.