Post by dragoness011 on Jun 8, 2005 17:48:09 GMT -5
She walked in the old place. This was not the place she liked to be the most but right now she really didn’t care. It was the only safe place to live now. She walked over to the desk that was marked Ceras Victoria. Her hand went to the picture of her and her father. The day she was able to get into the police and then they where attacked. Her father died and caused her much pain. She was all alone now like most people. But she had been the first day. Nothing had gone right. Her troops died and she still thought it as her fault. Yet still she seeked to get closer to people to find them. She hated to be alone. She never wanted it to be this way. With a sigh she walked to the locker room and bath in the water that was if it still ran. Walking over to the faucet she turned it and it spit and went on. She smiled at this. But then it turned brown and clogged up. She almost cried, no shower that sucked! Her eyes went to the rest of the place it was dusty and she had burned almost al of her comrades desks and chairs. But she would need warmth. She walked over to her fathers desk and took an axe and started to cut away at it tears in her eyes. She fell to the ground and slowly piled them up into a pile and lit them. She fell to the side and took off her cannon. A gift from her father and the gun that she always had with her. These came in very good in this world.