Oct 5, 2018
Clarke couldn't remember how long she had been walking for. Her food had run out three days ago, and she'd drank the last of her water this morning. She had two bullets left. A knife strapped to her thigh. A bag on her back. And in her heart she knew it was over. The gun or the knife would do, really; the gun would be faster.
That last bullet had her name on it.
But then the wall. Or a gate. Whatever. It rose up in front of her, tall, imposing; safe. Meant to keep the dead out, and the living in. Her heart beat a little faster as she hurried towards it, and her fists pounded against it, her voice hoarse as she called out. "Hello! Please, let me in! I have nowhere else to go!"
starter for @strxys ! (i’m thinking for doyle if that’s okay?)
