Taisce Moore is a knight with a shining M4. (taisce) wrote in immune_ic,
"I guess I feel that way because it's personal," she shrugged, leaning on the windowsill.
"I don't miss guard duty. Most of the time it was boring as hell. But I'd take boredom and safety over entertainment and the possibility of death," she looked to him again.
She drew in a breath and sighed. Where to start? Hmm. "Well I told you on the network basically everything. Army until the world basically went to hell. Then it was wandering until I caught wind of this place and that it was not being controlled by the government." A pause. "I had my life controlled by them long enough, I didn't want that any more. Not after all this shit."
Turning her gaze out the window, to help keep an eye for things while they chatted, she continued.
"I had a couple really close calls. Don't particularly care for alleyways and places with little to no exits. Aside from claustrophobia from hell, being cornered by things that just want to devour you isn't how I picture myself dying."
A serious expression, probably the most serious since she'd been there, crossed her face as she watched shufflers wandering aimlessly below them. "I'm sure that you've probably suffered more hell than I have, though. I can't imagine what it would be like to be bitten, let alone survive. You're pretty damned lucky in my eyes."