* BACKDATED TO APRIL OF 2013*Evalia had been working late in the community garden... very late. The sun had set long ago and she was still busy hauling around wheel-barrows of dirt, tilling in fertilizer and compost, planting starts in the greenhouse. So much work to be done that time had gotten away from her, which wasn't all that hard to do honestly, especially when it came to gardening. She was even dressed the part, as she was working with a lot of... well... poopie and ickie things, but it was alright, she loved it. So she had on her gardening galoshes, and her tattered threadbare gardening dress with to many patches, all covered in smudges of dirt and other things.
Evalia set down her wheel-barrow, and wondered over to a work bench, where her water bottle sat waiting for her. It was a cool night, even for early April, but she didn't mind, the physical activity kept her warm.
She parked her butt right on the corner of the table, taking a long drink and wiping the sweat from her brow, which only succeeded in putting a long smear of dirt across her face. She leaned her head back and listened to the sweet sounds of early spring. Insects and owls, finally stirring to life after the hard winter filled the air with soft white noise.
And then she heard it. Sounds of distress and pain. She frowned and walked over through the garden towards the sounds. The little community garden was nestled in a quiet part of the suburbs, there was little to no crime here. Its inhabitants were all small families. Heck even their local librarian only lived two houses from her, nothing bad ever happened here, so she imagined it was probably a kid, staying out way to late... wow it was late, more then likely already past midnight. She got to the edge of the garden and peeked over the fence curiously
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