Natayla walked down the streets to her home, it was nothing much, a one room house, bare concrete walls and floor, a pile of old blankets and clothes in a corner which served as a bed, a fire drum in a corner which was below a hole that served as the chimney.
Then there was an old bag with the bare supplies, cans of food, a fork, a water bottle, and a plate.
Natayla felt around her room with her walking stick, trying to find her bag.
"Where is it?! Where is it?!" The young woman murmured in a panic.
