She cradled her doll closer, afraid of what might happen to her. The young girl's mother had just been shot dead, and she was non-fatally wounded by the same gun. From my hiding place amongst the broken buildings, I watched her start quietly singing 'Hush Little Baby' to the ragged doll. I slowly approached her, attempting not to scare her. (OPEN RP, be either one. Credit to: Eponine Thenardier/KittyCatCreeper)
