That night, Blaze was bustling around in her little kitchenette when she heard a newsflash come on TV. She dropped everything and walked into the living room, giving a concerned look at the stiff anchorwoman.
“We’ve just received news that early this morning a woman was found murdered in an old abandoned building over on the south side of town. Our Field Reporter, Arch Danton has more. Arch, what can you tell us?”
A picture flashed on the screen, and a reporter was holding a microphone up to his mouth while standing in front of the camera. The area behind him was a skyline of ruined, crumbling old buildings, broken asphalt, and narrow streets that wound around through a neighborhood of ragged characters that resembled the cast of Night of the Living Dead.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the area
