No Savior | removemyburden |
Eyes fluttered open as she finally stirred from her slumber. Despite her only just waking, she sat up quickly. It was dark and she was in an unfamiliar place. She tried to remember what happened. They went to retrieve her mother’s hand and.. Comstock knew they were coming. He did something to her and she must have passed out.
Panic acted as a strong hand gripping her throat. Her breaths quickened and she almost called for Booker, but her brain stopped her. She couldn’t risk someone attacking her while she was alone. She she forced herself to her feet, her shaking knees and high heels making her stumble.
There was a smell in the stagnant air. These doors must stay closed most times. She couldn’t place the odor, though is reminded her of rotten food. There was a sound she did recognize, birds. Crows. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor, and if it would not have taken so long she would have unlaced her boots and walked with her bare feet.
She still felt groggy, but she pushed her physical damage to the back of her mind. It was best to ignore her ailments when she was in danger. Just as she came into the foyer, she saw a man before her. Her heels clicking as she stopped moving abruptly, a harsh gasp escaping her throat.
“Who are you....?”









