Hunter’s Havoc
@honortion
Pain. Erin hadn’t felt this kind of pain for years. But her last memories were full of this same feeling. Wait, last memories? What was going on? As if on cue, a small white shape hovered above her. There seemed like hours of chattering coming out of a disembodied voice nearby, but she couldn’t make out whose it was. Then, four words pierced through her stupor, awakening her immediately,
“We need to go!”
There was stress in the phrase, as if the life of the disembodied voice was on the line. And subsequently, her own. It wasn’t long until this GHOST had led her back to the only safe place on the planet. The Tower. It wasn’t until there that she’d met any other living soul. The courtyard was teeming with life, but the woman had never felt more alone. Upon her explorations, she found a small room under the hangar. A bar? A club? Whatever it was, it had some good loud music that helped her hide away from people for a while. That was, until another person joined her in her hideout.
