Emerald thing

Vale continues to crumble despite the efforts
Attempts to repair are only made moot by the endless march of Grimm.
Most have fled the pandemonium at this point, only a few key figures remain.
A dark skinned sleuth remains hidden, awaiting her next orders.
Emerald keeps to the shadows, ready to respond to any approaching movement.
Her partner and boss remained out of contact for months now.
Without a place to go, scavenging these streets was her only option.
Luckily for her, she can survive by simply taking advantage of the populace.
She takes a silent bite into an apple, as red as her eyes.
Its natural sugars are dampened by regret.
Was this the life she desired?
Or was there no choice?
She swallows and continues, paying close attention to a rumbling closing in.
Sidling, she inches towards the noise, inspecting the source.
Remaining in darkness, she watched a familiar yellow vehicle slowly cruise along.
The driver, a blond haired bimbo, stepped off it.
Instantly, Emerald’s blood chilled, this was not the same fool she remembered.
The anger radiated from Yang, yet not like a wildfire.
This felt more like a cold, concentrated inferno, holding in the rage of several thousand in magnitude.
Emerald stood nearly paralyzed from her presence, every inch of herself commanding to run.
Her heart continued to beat faster when the bimbo’s eyes turned near the alley she was in.
Emerald reflexively attuned her aura and muted Yang’s perception.
Her eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, remained unfazed.
She turned, taking slow steps away from the alleyway.
Emerald relaxed her mind, letting go of the grip she had.
She backed herself up away from her only exit, keeping herself hidden behind a dumpster.
Despite this, her breaths continued to hasten.