Cynthia had fallen asleep contemplating her next move. The boy, called Marc, was soundly asleep beside her on the makeshift bed they'd made. His stump was swaddled with new bandages and he was cradling it next to his chest. Cynthia had started to become attached to this strange boy.
She still hadn't discovered what he was doing at her base, so forming a bond probably wasn't the best idea.
But her basic maternal instincts had won.
Either that, or she needed him for information.
Or bribery...
She rolled onto her side and something metallic dug into her thigh: a bullet casing.
She remembered the groans of pain the night before.
They hadn't been Marc's groans of pain...
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Working Progress
ActionA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
