.: Still One Of Them :. Jay & Bom
The steps of the black haired woman were echoing through the corridor as she made her way to the gate, which was leading her outside the building. Her hands were playing with an old cloth, on which were little stains of blood. No, it was'nt her blood. It was like an hour ago as two guys decidet to start a 'violent conversation'. Bom was there by the time and just stood there listening, they were old enough to make their own decitions. In addition to that, these people were actually not allowed to go to this part of the building – Somebody didn't had payed attention. Well, they ended up leaving a bloody mess behind. Literally. We had no other choice.
She still unsuccessfully tried to get rid of the red spots on her face, as she were going along the street. A lot of people were outside and at each corner stands a patrol. At least here was it a bit more quiet. A bit more peaceful – Even if it's only an illousion. Actually there are a lot of groups thinking that the military are cold and unscrupulous. 'Cause we are killing humans? Every Group does it. We kill each other, almost always even without a reason. It is no humanity. Actually there will never be one again.
It was far past dusk, as the woman were at home for a short time and decited do go outside again. She was restless again. And bored. What else should she be? She does not realy have friends, well she actually is scared of having friends. More scared to lose them.
Bom sat down on a old almost decrepit bench. She sat often here, it was save here, since it is still in the military zone – She thought so.