The stench of death snaked through the air, it's vile tongue flickering in and out of Mimi's nostrils with every breath.  She tripped and cursed as her hands shot out to stop the fall and instead sank into soft, decaying flesh.  She withheld a scream of horror only because she retched, what little she had in her stomach splashing down on the dead body she had landed on.  The leather gloves she had been wearing were hastily peeled off and thrown away as she continued her trek through the decrepit building.  Eventually her sense of smell failed, and so did her resolve.  Everyone was dead.  

"Why?"  Her cry didn't even echo in the dark.  She sank to her knees and fumbled in her pockets.  There were so,e loose coins, a pocket watch from her father and a bloody handkerchief.  "No, NO! Where is it? WHERE IS IT?"  She staggered to her feet and ran haphazardly back through the ruined building and rotting bodies looking frantically for the one thing she needed most.  "It's gone." 

She exhaled and collapsed, her heart faltering.  She heard a noise, a noise she recognized.  It was her gun. Cocking. 

"Our Father, who art in hea-"