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Post by NATALIE MARDEN on Aug 13, 2013 10:43:15 GMT -5
Everyday, every passing second might as well be pure hell. There is no escape from this retched place. Long grass reached tall, but hardly blew over, this place was somewhat boring, but for now safe, but possibly not for long. The sun shown down, making it warm. As Natalie walked she felt warm wearing the black clothing she wore so often. Black always attracted heat, yet she found herself sticking with it. Natalie was searching for a few more herbs, she wanted to attempt making something to assist escape, but she yet doubted herself in finding something. As she reached the edge of a grass she stared out at the tall wavering stocks. She yawned, stretching her arms up for a few seconds, it was still early in the morning. With a quiet moan she began to walk through the tall stocks, they reached her mid section and made it hard to walk. She found herself constantly checking to see if her two small weapons were there. She wanted smaller weapons so she could move very well.
She was in the Northern area, in hopes not to run into the big three gangs that pretty much tried to rule the land. She only had a small pack and the rest of her stuff was hidden at her small base in the forest. In an opening in a tree, she had buried them in leaves in hopes no one would take a look. Natalie was stumbling in the grass, it was very long and marking her wet. She found the warmth was one of those days when someone would want to sit on the beach with a cold drink. Most wanted out and she was one of them, but some may see this place as safety, but if she was out she could live alone and away from everyone else. Natalie knew though, there were too many issues, like the government, they didn't want to see any of them out. I bet they keep us here because they don't want to deal with us, they don't want us to become stronger. Natalie thought. As she was distracted she tripped and fell into the tall green stocks.
"Stupid grass." She mumbled, trying to be quiet. She soon just decided to sit for a few seconds in think, because she was having troubles. If she walked she would just fall again from being distracted. Yet concern whirled inside her, what if someone found her. She lowered her hand onto her pistol and held it on her lap, tracing her finger over her name. "I am not Natalie, I am black Witch." She said, referring to her fake name. She had it so she wouldn't be someone who told people her real name. If they ever got lucky and could use the internet, they would find out what was up and that couldn't happen.
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