Into the Bombardment

Anxiety

While Drago Zhukovsky was fighting the Sudsikovs and their allies with his comrades in South Africa, His girlfriend, Mallorie was attending the pinup academy in England, hoping she can get a job as a vintage pin-up model and potentially become a famous pinup model.

Currently, Mallorie was getting ready to go for a walk around the city of Lichfield. Just as she finished her makeup routine, her face was glowing, her plump lips were as red as cherries in cherry pie, and her shoulder length blonde hair was coiffed with waves. Her eyes had long and narrow black wings sprouting from the corners of them, and her eye shadow made her blue eyes pop out.

She currently was wearing a lovely vintage dress, that revealed her curves. She looked at herself deeply in the mirror, accepting that she is truly a beautiful woman, both on the inside and on the outside.

Mallorie grabbed her phone from her vanity, and posed seductively, and took a picture, sending it to Drago. A few minutes passed by, and Drago sent back a video of his blitzkrieg style attack on the Sudsikovs, when he was flying low over the runway, napalm bombing a Russian fighter jet, denying the jet a chance to take off.

Smiling at Drago's usually reckless behavior and letting out a slight chuckle; she thought about him, hoping everything is okay in Africa, texting him to stay safe, worried for Drago's safety.

As she got back to getting ready; she slipped her curves into a red winter jacket, and buttoned the jacket. Mallorie then sat down, putting on black wool knee socks, and then slipping her feet into her favorite pair of heels, boosting her height to a tall 5'9.

Upon opening the door of her apartment building, Mallorie took a deep breath in, breathing in the fresh air, and letting the air out of her lungs, happy to be alive and well. She carefully walked down the steps of her apartment complex, trying not to fall down the stairs and get an injury.

A few minutes passed by, and she was down the steps, and getting ready to go for a walk. Her purse was wrapped around her shoulder; she walked down the street.

As Mallorie walked, her heels clicked and clacked, while her hips swayed gently to the left and the right. A smile was planted across her plump red lips, as she walked down the sidewalk leading into the town.

Many of the young male residents of her neighborhood scoped her out, all of them whistling at her, hoping to get her phone number, much to where Mallorie responded with the dreaded words I have a fiancé. Much to the young male residents' disdain, one even confronting her, and calling her a liar.

Mallorie ignored the crude remarks that were being made towards her, and kept walking, eventually coming across a small coffee shop. Feeling in the mood for some coffee, she entered the small shop, and ordered a tall medium espresso, with some milk, with a warm chocolate chip cookie.

Mallorie sat down and crossed her legs, posting her small breakfast on her instagram story, while checking her direct messages to see if she has to block any odd followers from texting her. Usually, Mallorie enjoyed being the subject of an individual's art, but there were times where artists made art of her that was a bit too accurate or too abstract, that gave her bad vibes.

Seeing there was no new art being sent to her, Mallorie put her phone down, and sipped her coffee, receiving another text from Drago, which was another video of a blitzkrieg-style attack on the Sudsikovs. The video made Mallorie nervous, seeing Drago almost collided with a Su-27, as it was about to take off. She texted him, telling him to stop going on attack missions, as she is beginning to get worried by Drago's reckless maneuvering, hoping he knows that if one of those jets took off, he would not be able to run from the Sudsikovs.

She then put her phone down, and sipped her coffee once more, feeling jittery from the caffeine in the coffee, and still feeling worried sick about Drago's reckless missions against the Sudsikovs.

Overall, Mallorie truly loved Drago with all of her heart, but sometimes, his recklessness left her sincerely worried about his safety, knowing the Sudsikov family was a family who were ruthless killers, that did not value any human's life but their own.

Ten minutes passed by, and her coffee cup was empty, and she ate her cookie, deciding to walk around Lichfield a little more. She stood up, standing tall, and walked out of the coffee shop. Her phone vibrated, getting a notification from Drago.

Mallorie opened the message, seeing it was an apology message from Drago. It was Drago making a promise to not provoke the Sudsikovs anymore, seeing that the Sudsikovs made a direct threat towards the Jade Mercenaries.

Mallorie ignored the text, trying to prevent her day from going any further downhill than it already was. Her plump red lips were in the form of a frown, her complexion was off, and her face no longer glowed.

Seeing she was getting more unwanted compliments, she simply started walking back to her apartment, ignoring the comments people made about her appearance, she tried drowning out the comments people made at her.

Upon arriving to her apartment, Mallorie slowly walked up the stairs to her room, and opened the door, letting out a sigh, as she sat down on her vanity, and removed her makeup, not wanting to deal with the world.