03-05-2011, 06:01 AM
They ran again. Most always did. She didn't really understand why they would run when she tried asking for help. The lean girl frowned a little as she watched the latest person run away from her. She was holding her side, on the bullet wound that had started to bleed again. For some reason, she still didn't feel woozy. Kamila had reawaken two days ago to find herself in the same building she'd been taken. The only thing was that there was nothing there. Not even a hint of the men that had been there. She was alive. Injured, but alive. Even if in the back of her mind she knew she should have died by now. She didn't want to accept that however. She was still on earth with everyone else. Right now she was walking down the street. If anyone looked, they would see a five foot seven female wearing shorts, and a tank top with a cropped jacket. Her gloves were hiding the rope burns she had received when she'd tried to escape. It was bad enough scaring some of the people with the wound on her side and the bloody clothes. It was this appearance that had scared her parents.
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