Janey sticks her head out to check for the prevalent conditions. She can’t afford to be caught in the wrong outfit. It’s getting harder by the day to predict which group she might encounter. Nights getting longer doesn’t help – blasted autumn equinox. The other day, she found herself out until sunset without adequate protection; it nearly cost her dearly.
The fog doesn’t help, either. Muffles sounds of shuffling feet. On the other hand, it’ll mask her scent.
In the end, Janey goes for full armour and weaponry. Will slow her down, but no matter what’s about today, she’ll kill it.
Samantha’s invited me to join her cliché challenge. Dressed to kill jumped at me, but I may use one or two other clichés on the list.
Go on, have a look at those clichés and join in!