Days of Chaos
I own nothing. I simply borrow the characters to write with because it's something more
interesting to do in psychology then learn about classical conditioning.
Author's note: Do not fear. I have at least another twelve pages written already. I just have to
find time to type them, which I will have while avoiding writing my APA style manuscript for
Intro to Psych.
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The mountain loomed in front of her. The uniform she was wearing felt wrong. She had
become so used to wearing nothing but military fatigues since she was twelve that a
formal uniform felt really weird. Of course, that could also have something to do with the
fact that, though she was here, about to enter a high-level clearance base, she wasn't
actually in the military.
They had to know that, right? I mean, they don't just let anyone in. That was obvious
from the very large scary men with big guns guarding the entrance. They were checking the id of
every person entering the base, even those whom they were conversing calmly with , those people
they obviously knew belonged there.
She shifted nervously, pulling the envelope containing all of her orders and security passes
tighter against her chest.
No matter what she did she couldn't make herself move closer to the entrance. She stood
there in the parking lot, staring at the military personnel working and interacting with each other.
"I can't do this. I'm just a civilian. I don't belong here."
"Join the club." A laughing voice came from behind her.
Kara turned around nervously. The man behind her had the sweetest eyes. Definitely an
ally in this strange new world. You could always tell by their eyes. The cold, piercing, deadly-
"Are you ok?'
She remembered that he was still standing there. "Yeah." She thought back on his words
and it clicked. "You're a civilian too?"
He smiled. "Yeah," he looked her over, "Though I never had to put on a formal dress
uniform."
Kara sighed. "Such is my life."
He looked confused for a moment then shook it off. "Are you ever going to get any closer
to the doors?"
She shifted from foot to foot again. "Maybe."
He laughed and put an arm around her shoulders, gently guiding her toward the entrance.
"I have a feeling you're really going to liven things up around here."
Kara gave a small, wane smile as she let herself be guided forward. "That's what I'm
afraid of," she responded in a small voice.
I own nothing. I simply borrow the characters to write with because it's something more
interesting to do in psychology then learn about classical conditioning.
Author's note: Do not fear. I have at least another twelve pages written already. I just have to
find time to type them, which I will have while avoiding writing my APA style manuscript for
Intro to Psych.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The mountain loomed in front of her. The uniform she was wearing felt wrong. She had
become so used to wearing nothing but military fatigues since she was twelve that a
formal uniform felt really weird. Of course, that could also have something to do with the
fact that, though she was here, about to enter a high-level clearance base, she wasn't
actually in the military.
They had to know that, right? I mean, they don't just let anyone in. That was obvious
from the very large scary men with big guns guarding the entrance. They were checking the id of
every person entering the base, even those whom they were conversing calmly with , those people
they obviously knew belonged there.
She shifted nervously, pulling the envelope containing all of her orders and security passes
tighter against her chest.
No matter what she did she couldn't make herself move closer to the entrance. She stood
there in the parking lot, staring at the military personnel working and interacting with each other.
"I can't do this. I'm just a civilian. I don't belong here."
"Join the club." A laughing voice came from behind her.
Kara turned around nervously. The man behind her had the sweetest eyes. Definitely an
ally in this strange new world. You could always tell by their eyes. The cold, piercing, deadly-
"Are you ok?'
She remembered that he was still standing there. "Yeah." She thought back on his words
and it clicked. "You're a civilian too?"
He smiled. "Yeah," he looked her over, "Though I never had to put on a formal dress
uniform."
Kara sighed. "Such is my life."
He looked confused for a moment then shook it off. "Are you ever going to get any closer
to the doors?"
She shifted from foot to foot again. "Maybe."
He laughed and put an arm around her shoulders, gently guiding her toward the entrance.
"I have a feeling you're really going to liven things up around here."
Kara gave a small, wane smile as she let herself be guided forward. "That's what I'm
afraid of," she responded in a small voice.