chicksaw2002

17th Day of March.Thursday. 8:39 AM. She shifted in her seat a little as she props her feet on the table, staring at the television screen that sat a ways away in the living room area of the hotel room. She managed to wash the ash off her face, but soot was still embedded into her black leather jacket, and the soles of her boots. Ignoring the ash scuffs in her preferred blue jeans, and the burned gash on her right thigh, she felt better. It wasn't good, no, but she felt better then she did this morning. News of the explosion was all over Raptor News Network. First they showed a recording of the building burning, then a few snap shots of the