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save what one canBuilding lay in shattered pieces, walls barely standing chard with the scars of fire. The sky was blacked with thick black smoke. The ground was blood red with the ashes of million lives. The small town was burned to the ground, everything slaughterer. human bodies blacked, wild dogs feed off the remains string parts cross the streets. Gagging from under the heavy helmet the new recruit shielded his eyes "oh dear god"
standing in a wide formation Barret stood in front "Damn that some fucked up shit" he said holding his nose Cloud stood beside his friend scanning the horrid scene. With the search and rescue team horrified number 6's com-channel winked to life. " Barret, Cloud come in...any survivors?..come in"
Cloud shook his head transferring the communication-com over to his chest "none yet sarge"
"damn it then what hell are doing standing around?"
Barret growled "turn that damned thing off". Cloud nodded "Cloud out" he said. The com went dead.
need to know onlyHeading to the main gates of Midgar, Arya
faded back in to the living world, the deep pressure
relived its self off her chest while black thick shadow
bellowed fourth from her jarred mouth, lungs filled
with fresh air.
Tacking her slow sweat time walking
a man jogged past, huffing and whizzing heavily.
The smell of salty sweet came from the him. His
solid gray T-shirt crumpled and folded on itself
from the wind flowing past, and hie black pants
tucked into her black leather boots. Military ,
Arya figured but she really didn't care
the man looked over his bear like shoulders,
making some eye contact with her, skidding to a
halt he gazed upon her with a half smile "Major?"
Arya looked to Rage "yes," she spoke quietly.
Rage could barely talk clearing his throat he smiled
again "MMajor w...what a surprised seeing you here
..alone" he studded rubbing the back of the thick neck
Arya arched an eyebrow " who are you again?"
asking politely with wonder
::Meeting:: Vincent climbed the stairs, watching the floor platforms pass by, 1st, 2, and
then 3rd and so on. From under his weight the flight of steps cracked and creaked
making an eerie clatter in his ears, it made his skin crawl. After what seemed like
forever he finally found himself at his platform "5th, floor" it was the second to
the last door on the left, there were no living quarters on the right. They were all
sealed shut and repainted over with fresh new dry-wall added to make it look like
there was nothing there. Vincent had lived there for far too long that he'd seen so
many people move in and every one move out. Now no one lived on the 5th floor and it
had been that way for 6 year now.
The hallways started to form with cobwebs filling the top corners with the
white thread. Spiders also aggravated him even making him jump at times, He
grimace. The door paint and numbers were slowl
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