Sixty- three

Alex

Being able to change my appearance effortlessly has become as natural as switching between different packs. Blending in with the crowd is like a superpower in this harsh and treacherous world we live in. It's all about survival and staying one step ahead.

Martha's attempts at disguising herself were…amateur at best, but I could understand and sympathize with her. Unlike me, she wasn’t used to hiding and running away from people, so I had to guide her in this process.

“Here, put this on,” I handed her a wig, a blunt bob to be exact, for her to cover her hair with.

Her long, shiny hair was too conspicuous and I didn’t want to take any chances. I also couldn’t bring myself to tell her to cut her hair; she was already going through a lot and it would be bad to put her through more.

“A wig?” She examined the synthetic material.

“Yes, they might identify you with your long hair, or not, but we’re not taking any chances,” I explained to her. She nodded in understanding and began to a