The Oriole Behind (Part 3)

Despite the reassuring words of the one and only person she had come to trust in the past several years, the girl in the blue-colored tracksuit could not shake off the feeling that something was wrong with this settlement.. A feeling which she could not put into words, but that made her uncomfortable to the bone. 

Unfortunately, as she was quite often made aware of, her position within the group of survivors was precarious to a point where most of its members would refuse to lend an ear to begin with. She did not doubt that, had she shared her concerns with any other member of their group, she would have spent the following few minutes bearing that person's sharp insults, and scowling look.