08-05-2011, 05:56 AM
Nora (lol, nameplay) quickly wiped away a tear on her cheek when she heard a knock on the door. She sucked in a deep breath and took one last glance at the worn photo she gingerly held. This single square of glossy paper held all that remained of her life before the catastrophe. She stuffed it back into its hiding spot and called out "I'm coming" toward the door. "Goodbye Mom, Dad, Benny..." she whispered, before springing up from the makeshift bed and hurrying to unlatch the heavy metal door.
Last edited by Nacara; 08-05-2011 at 06:54 AM..
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