((The only character I own is Passion a.k.a. Passion.))
The girl's steps were hurried, her arms were swinging stiffly at her sides, and her face showed utter worry. She had to make it back to the house before she was spotted. God, let me make it back...were her thoughts.
She heard some people approaching, and began to jog before just running all together. Her combat boots weren't necessarily light weight, but she had grown used to them and her speed wasn't affected. Amy jumped over cement chunks, glass shards, and pieces of wooden boards with nails sticking out of them. This used to be a beautiful city, what happened? There used to be children playing at the parks, people walking dogs, and friendly faces everywhere. What, now, could one look forward to in this desolate city of death? What spark of hope could one find?
Amy was nearly there…nearly…there it was! Coming into view now. Her legs moved dangerously fast, it looked as though if she were to make one false step it would be over. Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip… She stopped almost suddenly in front of one of the few buildings still standing. Well, it was missing part of the wall and nearly all of the ceiling, but that was how bad the damage to the city was. Looking around she slowly stepped inside the building that was missing all it's windows and doors. A huge brick building that must have been an old factory of some sort. It looked just as bad on the inside. Black ash and soot covered the walls from the contents of the building having exploded only a few years back. She didn't seemed too worried about the building though. Not right now. What she was concerned with was getting somewhere quickly. Where?
A small little wooden door on the ground was where she was headed. Must have been a basement. This was, after all, an old building. She knocked on it in a rather interesting pattern before she whispered something quietly. Some word. The door lifted slowly, and she slid down the hole into the darkness.
"Did you get it, Passion?" asked a rather nervous voice from the darkness.
"Yes…let's talk about it away from the door. I heard people…I don't know if they were following me," she responded in a rushed tone of voice.
"Alright…come on."
"Coming…"
With one last worried glance at the door she followed the other's steps out of the darkness…
((This may be short, but please give me a review. Feed back pleeease!))