...Try And Find April.

(Originally by Bob)

The one person she trusted in this town full of criminals and sociopaths was April, surely she could help her.

She could hear the thunderous footfalls of Vivian’s thugs leaving the building she had just escaped from, no doubt in search of the downsized sheriff or putting up bounties for her capture. Whilst she loved to keep the town safe, even she had to admit that most of the people here were dumb as rocks and would easily fall for any lie Vivian told them.

Images flooded her mind of all the people she had ever met in town, each one a possible hazard at her current size. And that wasn’t including the various villains that would love nothing more than a shrunken sheriff for their own personal amusement.

She shook off the thoughts that plagued her mind and decided to focus on the task at hand. April. Just April, no distractions.

She set out through the town, lively as ever. She was soon within eyesight of April’s humble home, well part of it that is. She could just about see it over the top of her all time favourite establishment, ‘The Crushed Weasel’.

So, she could either cut through the rowdy bar or take the longer, safer way round.