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Blackout Chapter 2 She opened her eyes, and noticed that she had feel asleep,"Dammit!" she looked up are the moon and it was around midnight,"God..." she closed her eyes again to see if she could fall asleep in the abandoned building. Few seconds past she open her eyes again, she looked at the building next to her, and saw a shadow flicker in the moonlight,"what the hell.." she looked at the shadow. She scrambled up,"That looks like a girl..." she shadow had short hair and boobs. She started to talk towards the way she got in, she opened the broken door and down the stairs she went,"I swear if I have a shadow." she reached from her small gun that was in her pocket. She walked across the street to the building she saw that shadow, she to the closes door she could find and opened it,"Hello?" she asked at she walked in holding her gun tightly,"I saw your shadow on the wall, I know someone is here." she continued to talk with worry. She walks farther in the building, abandon and gross.
"Well, it is nice to
Blackout Chapter 1 She jumped up onto the hood of the car, she looked around to see if she saw anyone in sight,"Dammit..." you could tell that she was eritated by something. She jumped of the car and started walking down the empty street. She saw a few body on the ground dead, she crouched down by them,"Lets just do a quick search.." she found some gum, and a wallet, she took them both,"That's it cheap ass..." She got up and continues to walk. Its had been about a mouth sense the world had gone completely insane, if you were smart you would have survived, this girl was, her name is Alexandra Dim, most people call her Alex and Radio. She is 18 years old with carmeled colored hair and blue/green eyes. She has a smart way of surviving this black out. She uses her hole brain, it has never been done before but she was the first girl ever to. There are more like her in the world.
Alex walked up to a building that said gun shop on it, she put her face up to the glass and knocked on the window a few
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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