Alone Together

The piercing sound of a train stopping wakes me up bring me back to the fowl smelling undergrounds of the train station. I lay on my back looking up at the dark clouds through the hole in roof better find some warm place to wait out the storm that's coming I think as I pack my bag. Before I leave I take my necklace off and stuff it into a pocket inside my jacket so no scumbag tries to steal it. My dad had given it to me before he died. He was the one that carved in my name on the back, Cleo.
You see the world is not what is use to be the cities are all torn and beat up. The streets are more dangerous than ever. If you’re alone like me you have to stay hidden or your screwed. I have been on my own now for most of my life wondering the streets staying safe. I remember thinking that it would always be like this. Me being alone I mean but of course I was wrong.