08-20-2008, 05:30 PM
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August 12th
The world felt a little slippery under her feet as she followed Laurel's word to the pair of shacks nestled into the land that she would soon orient to as home. The smell of disease shook her senses, urged her elsewhere, anywhere, but the sight of the small wood shack overruled, although not with anything more comforting. Sick, hostile, delirious and tied up in a box, her thoughts reviewed as if preparing for a test, hoping that she wouldn't panic when she sat down with the paper laid out in front of her. Her heart and stomach felt like they were tangled up together when she arrived at the doorway, slowly gripped the handle and pulled open.
"Ahren?" she whispered, blinking as her pupils gasped open, adjusting to the shadows.