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Post by fighterkirby1998 on Oct 12, 2011 3:59:28 GMT -5
Alone.
Aryn has never felt this way before.
Her mother is dead. Her father is dead. Her sister went home early with the flu, unable to work the extra hours that will mean a halfway decent meal for once. It's only Aryn left, working hard to fill in for her sister.
Around her are all kids, skinny and small, fleeting from bush to bush as they, too, try to survive. But it's falling dark, and she can't see the almost overripe berries she's supposed to pick... can't see the bushes in front of her... can't see the basket...
My vision is failing me, she thinks decisively, trying to walk, trying to just get one more basket of berries. But it's impossible... she's pushed herself too far... from dawn to dusk is hardly describing it.
Aryn is just about to collapse when she hears a voice behind her.
(OOC: yup... gonna wait for some random D11-er to wander here...)
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