AISHA
war is raging in my head
The streets were so much emptier, so much sadder. She hadn't thought it possible for the grey place to be colder, greyer, but here she was walking through a lens of smog. It felt wrong, and bad, and it made her both regret leaving and grateful that she'd made the decision to. So many dead, despite their efforts, so much debris. She wouldn't abandon them again, not when they needed her.
She milled through the rubble in the ruins, just exploring after having checked in on the manor. Busted down doors and windows in shards on the ground, digging into the soles of her boots. She screwed up her nose with the anger, the frustration. That she hadn't done enough.
She milled through the rubble in the ruins, just exploring after having checked in on the manor. Busted down doors and windows in shards on the ground, digging into the soles of her boots. She screwed up her nose with the anger, the frustration. That she hadn't done enough.
don't know which side wants me dead
