Disclaimer:
I do not own the song/lyrics/bands in this or any of these chapters blah blah blah.
I DO own the characters.
And for the sake of what remains of my sanity and m vas amount of laziness, I will not be detailing the gunfights or anything that has to do with the guns. i really don't care if that effects the quality of the story.
And Sorry Sorry Sorry for such and EXTREMLY short chapter.
But It's only this short because the next chapter is interesting... -.-;
Arra laid on the couch in a upside down position.
Her feet and legs hanging over the back of the couch while her auburn hair pooled on the floor
She was deep in thought, her face showing a slightly grimace of pain.
"Maybe it's me..."
She let out a sigh and got up off the couch.
"Well, I guess I don't have to keep this up..."
The hallways were dark, with only small pools of light cast down by even smaller lanterns.
Arra was looking for that tell-tale door with a sniper's rifle propped up against the wall next to it.
The countless doors she walked by, the sickning noises she heard coming from those doors, and the darkness of the hallway tore at her nerves.
Finally she saw the rifle bathed in a pool of light from one of the lanterns.
She ran to the door and lifted her hand to knock, but paused when she heard someone speaking inside.
She pressed her ear to the door carefully and listened.