Night fell.
In a dim, filthy alley.
Accompanied by a nauseating stench, two strong men carried out a naked woman wrapped in rags. They cautiously glanced around and then headed towards the graveyard of the small town.
"Is she dead?" asked a bald man with a scarred face.
The rags wrapping the woman were stained with filth, and from the side fell a thin bruised arm, covered in alarming scars. Her exposed feet had turned a dark blue, her skin perforated with wart-like tissues. As the breeze lifted the rags, the woman's naked thighs were dotted with brownish-red spots, extending to her bruise-covered groin.
The sinister man carrying her head placed his hand on the woman's nose, feeling a faint breath. The rag over her face slightly rose and fell.
"She's still breathing, but she probably won't last long," said the cold-faced man.
