Chicago was burning. It was disappearing before her eyes, burning and dissolving into nothing. In a way, Cassie felt glad she was leaving Chicago behind.
She had lived in the city for over three years, and while it was her home, it was a home of hurt and bad memories. She’d been through so much, too much. She had been almost killed at the hands of a man she thought could be a friend, tortured by an angel when she found herself a guinea pig for his experiments, been caught up in various disasters and then there had been so many people she’d lost. There were countless that had simply disappeared, but some of them she wouldn’t forget. Sometimes it was easier when they disappeared, it still hurt – but maybe it hurt less when she remembered the violence that fell upon her other friends: Robin, Dan, Iris, Elizabeth. Chicago had been a city that had worn her down, pushed her to breaking point time and time again. Cassie knew she wasn’t the girl she was three years ago any more, but she knew she was still just a girl and there was only so much she could take.
The end of the world meant a new beginning.
But when she finds herself on the deck of a huge ship, she's left panicking. She's alone. She didn't realise it would happen so fast, she thought she had a little more time.
She spends over an hour pacing that deck, lugging what little possessions she has on her up and down - not really sure what to do with herself. When she can't pace any more, she sits down on by the edge of the ship, legs dangling over and her arms and chin resting on the railings. She really wants some booze, but she doesn't think she can drink.
Her stomach's starting to churn a bit too. Cassie's not sure if it's the shock of what's just happened, or if she has sea-sickness. She's never even been on a boat before.
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She had lived in the city for over three years, and while it was her home, it was a home of hurt and bad memories. She’d been through so much, too much. She had been almost killed at the hands of a man she thought could be a friend, tortured by an angel when she found herself a guinea pig for his experiments, been caught up in various disasters and then there had been so many people she’d lost. There were countless that had simply disappeared, but some of them she wouldn’t forget. Sometimes it was easier when they disappeared, it still hurt – but maybe it hurt less when she remembered the violence that fell upon her other friends: Robin, Dan, Iris, Elizabeth.
Chicago had been a city that had worn her down, pushed her to breaking point time and time again. Cassie knew she wasn’t the girl she was three years ago any more, but she knew she was still just a girl and there was only so much she could take.
The end of the world meant a new beginning.
But when she finds herself on the deck of a huge ship, she's left panicking. She's alone. She didn't realise it would happen so fast, she thought she had a little more time.
She spends over an hour pacing that deck, lugging what little possessions she has on her up and down - not really sure what to do with herself. When she can't pace any more, she sits down on by the edge of the ship, legs dangling over and her arms and chin resting on the railings. She really wants some booze, but she doesn't think she can drink.
Her stomach's starting to churn a bit too. Cassie's not sure if it's the shock of what's just happened, or if she has sea-sickness. She's never even been on a boat before.