black leather boots hit the dirty ground the second the rover comes to a stop infront of the group : eyes scan across them , eyebrows pull together not seeing what she had expected . the gates of the wall opened moments before to let them inside , her people at uneasy standing guard . they weren’t the scientist or doctors promised when the last radiocall was made . albeit it was hundreds of years ago & they had all lost hope of them ever comming , and had done their most with what they had . taking a few steps closer , two guards following her like a shadow : usually where peace and a certain softness usually resides upon her futures : there is a tension building . ❛ who is your leader . ❜ @protectecl
