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17 // Action
Nov. 27th, 2011 12:33 amA. OUTSIDE 5270 CUNNINGHAM LANE (open to all)
[She sifted through the rubble one more time, looking for the gun she had regained. No luck. Of course not. She sighed and glanced up.
Just in time to see a hatchet bury itself into a skull and a group descend on the person, hacking and mutilating the body. Her instinct to scream welled up and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself. They'd hear her if she screamed, just run. Run. Just run.
And she did. All the way back into the remains of the house]
B BASEMENT OF 5270 CUNNINGHAM LANE (open to ANYONE in Ukraine's basement)
[She was curled up as small as she could in a corner of the basement, head on her knees, silently crying. First destruction, then--then that. She felt a sob well up and buried her face in her hands to cover the sound. She wanted to go home. She just wanted to go home.]
[She sifted through the rubble one more time, looking for the gun she had regained. No luck. Of course not. She sighed and glanced up.
Just in time to see a hatchet bury itself into a skull and a group descend on the person, hacking and mutilating the body. Her instinct to scream welled up and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself. They'd hear her if she screamed, just run. Run. Just run.
And she did. All the way back into the remains of the house]
B BASEMENT OF 5270 CUNNINGHAM LANE (open to ANYONE in Ukraine's basement)
[She was curled up as small as she could in a corner of the basement, head on her knees, silently crying. First destruction, then--then that. She felt a sob well up and buried her face in her hands to cover the sound. She wanted to go home. She just wanted to go home.]
