I can smell their fear. The terror. The desire for safety.
It confuses me. I am used to hatred. To humans desiring my death. Here? Their desire to keep each other alive overshadows all. It’s…amusing.
It doesn’t take long to find a door underground. Creative, actually. But way too easy to break down. I follow the stairs down, where a couple hundred people wait. Not hiding but not fighting either.
My eyes land on one in particular. There’s nothing truly special about them, yet…
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Elizabeth ☕
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