MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
After Loren's troubling (but not yet alarming) report and the increase of visitors to Halo, Morgan had felt the need to patrol the wastes for a while, making sure she could not see anything too suspicious. The madmen that had attacked the gate had been a surprise and she was determined to make sure that the Citadel would not be shocked by anything else; anything that worried her would be stomped out before it could reach the walls.
Walking among the abandoned houses, she was reflecting on how odd old, empty buildings were - places where once there had been love, anger, parties, tragedy...now blank space, rotting wood and nothing more than a memory.
Morgan was taken from these thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching, from the other side of the house she had walked towards. Cautiously she drew her hammer. It was likely to be nothing, but she didn't want to take chances. Slowly she walked around the house, one foot silently before the other, holding her weapon tight in both hands until she could turn the corner and demand, before she saw who the intruder was: "State your business."
Walking among the abandoned houses, she was reflecting on how odd old, empty buildings were - places where once there had been love, anger, parties, tragedy...now blank space, rotting wood and nothing more than a memory.
Morgan was taken from these thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching, from the other side of the house she had walked towards. Cautiously she drew her hammer. It was likely to be nothing, but she didn't want to take chances. Slowly she walked around the house, one foot silently before the other, holding her weapon tight in both hands until she could turn the corner and demand, before she saw who the intruder was: "State your business."
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
