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Shilo Wallace's destiny is not up to her genes (mistakendestiny) wrote in wariscoming,

She couldn't breathe. Oh god, she couldn't breathe. She could feel the panic welling inside of her and she was convinced she could heard her father's voice telling her to take her medicine. But it wasn't her medicine. It was his. Because she didn't really have a blood condition. But that didn't change the fact that Shilo. Could. Not. Breathe. Gasping for breath, the teen curled up into herself, trying to escape the fighting.

It did no good though. She could hear the sounds of the fight, and over her arm, she could see it. Graverobber was winning. But he shouldn't have to be fighting. If she hadn't gotten them lost.... Standing on shaky legs, Shilo went to her savior of sorts and tugged on his arm, tears she didn't know she had staining her cheeks.

"It's okay, let's just get out of here..." She hurt. Her back, her head. She was cold. Getting them back to the Complex seemed like a good idea at the moment.