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Liz Ortecho is as (mouthyasever) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Liz had been walking around aimlessly for hours like a zombie. It was like Max leaving had sucked all of the energy out of her and she was a shell of herself.

She'd tuned out the screams and the world around her, lost in her own grief. This was the fourth time in her life she'd lost someone and though she was an expert now, it never got easier. All she wanted to do was find a corner to curl up in until she was either rescued or she died but for some reason, her feet wouldn't give her a break. She sat, she died, then she got back up and she'd been on them ever since. They were hurting now but they wouldn't stop moving.

Though she was in a sulking depressive state now, she was still on high alert to her surroundings and she reached without a thought when someone ( or something ) touched her shoulder. Right away she turned around and put her fist out, hoping to come in contact with whatever touched her. She was about ready to go off on the person that dared to touch her in the dark when she heard the familiar voice. Turning her cellphone flashlight to shine on him, she almost turned white. "Great, now this thing is making me see ghosts"