Starkiller base
After getting transported I found the loading docks I got up and was immediately at gunpoint, I heard a disfigured monotone voice, " hold your fire." I was immediate, not frightened, but amazed, and a little startled, " follow."
I laughed, " why not talk right here?" He immodestly turned around and tried to collapse my neck, my eyes changed to purple, " I'm a lost girl. Hard-headed with a shield." That's one thing about me, I was captured by the resistance and as you saw my case number, fugitive 982018345993- a false accusation of the first-order spy to the resistance.
Well, I have beaten the hell out of and tortured, so I have a little bit of anxiety, and PTSD. Music is my outlet, and when I'm on stage, I feel like I'm on top of the world. And I love that. It takes my mind off of what happened. And that's how I got my confidence back. So other than getting a shield I also learned from my sisters how to defend myself. We all did. But you understand back to the story.
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Apocalyptic Fight
Mystery / ThrillerIt's been four bloody years since this fuckin virus came about. It's been kind of quiet, with just me, Chris, Liliana, and welp. Life so far has been quiet. Other than the first few months. Killing zombies, and it spread faster than the plague. Ther...
