Open | A lost Vox
It was the same place and yet nothing was the same. Daisy simply could not understand how she got here. As she walked the streets of this Columbia she could not help but realise that she was walking them freely, there were no guards on her tail, no odd looks.
The walls were free of posters, no one here new her face. Perhaps she had gone back in time? To a point where Lady Comstock was still alive?
Was this a chance to start a new life? She looked down at her hands.
But I'm still a black woman. She preferred the idea of being a fugitive over the idea of being a nobody again, a low life scum that just had to suck up the punishment and rudeness of the upperclassmen.
She noticed adverts for Fink manufacturing. "Well it seems that this isn't that fresh a start after all... there's always gonna be someone to fight."
She seemed to be getting odd looks, perhaps the image of a black woman with a pistol was still a fearful sight. She returned their looks with glares.
"Ain't you never seen a black woman before?!"
