The house with the caved in roof
Jan 9, 2009 20:11:15 GMT -5
Post by district13 on Jan 9, 2009 20:11:15 GMT -5
Bryna Hallow walked threw the snow covered ruins of district 13. Ever since she became a wanderer, she never did venture into the ruins once, fearing it would be the place they would first look for her. But now, she didn't care. Let them catch me, let them try. They never will. The thought lingered in her head. They'd never come close to catching her, not since Turren...
She refused to think of him. He was gone, possibly dead. Maybe he was an avox... There's no hope of rescuing him Bryna, so stop telling your self that. She told herself.
She continued walking, pushing her thoughts away to the back of her mind. The only thing she needed to think of was shelter, and food.
She came across a house, a small one was a caved in roof, but a strong door, and blocked windows. The forcefully opened the door, walking into the house and gasping.
Inside there was a bed with blankets, food on the table. The food must've been old, but it was still food. She walked up and took a closer look. Crackers, lots of crackers. It was better than nothing. She closed the door, putting her bag down on the floor.
Only half the roof caved in, no where near the bed, or the table.
She unlaced her leather boots, and took of her fur coat. She grabbed a package of cracker and sat down on the bed.
"Let the feast begin" she muttered to herself.
She refused to think of him. He was gone, possibly dead. Maybe he was an avox... There's no hope of rescuing him Bryna, so stop telling your self that. She told herself.
She continued walking, pushing her thoughts away to the back of her mind. The only thing she needed to think of was shelter, and food.
She came across a house, a small one was a caved in roof, but a strong door, and blocked windows. The forcefully opened the door, walking into the house and gasping.
Inside there was a bed with blankets, food on the table. The food must've been old, but it was still food. She walked up and took a closer look. Crackers, lots of crackers. It was better than nothing. She closed the door, putting her bag down on the floor.
Only half the roof caved in, no where near the bed, or the table.
She unlaced her leather boots, and took of her fur coat. She grabbed a package of cracker and sat down on the bed.
"Let the feast begin" she muttered to herself.
