New life
Hi, my name is Lauran Hollow I was born and raised in empire city. I was born four years before the day of the blast. To tell you the truth my birthday was the day of the blast what a wonderful birthday present. Me now being an orphan who lives on the streets only seventeen years old really sucks. At least the hero of empire city's son roams the streets where I usually am is pretty comforting considering he is the new hero, now that Cole MacGrath is forty and to old to protect his people. When I was two my father went over seas, and my mother was in the hospital, my mother's doctor was Trish Daily. My mom died and Trish took me in until my dad came back only two days before the day of the blast. The day of the blast I was in my dad's arms the blast made our apartment complex come crumbling down. He was stuck under a piece of rubble. I was in luck not one piece of rubble landed on me maybe small rocks but not big chunks of it and once more Trish was the one to pronounce one of my family members dead. My dad was the only family I had left besides my sister who was already in an orphanage. I knew Trish couldn't take care of me so Trish actually had to make a choice take care of me, let me live on the streets, or put me in a orphanage. She knew she couldn't take care of me, she knew letting me live on the streets I would be an easy target and I would most likely be killed, but she refused to put me in an orphanage. She made a promise to my mother that she would take care of me but we all knew she couldn't keep her promise there was no way she could she had patients everyday. She finally made up her mind and chose to take care of me. I know what your thinking I said I lived on the streets and I was an orphan, well let me explain. One day Trish was to busy so she called Zeke Dunbar and made him watch me until she could come and get me. I was only four and I could scale up buildings, fight, and I usually killed birds and cooked them over a fire in an ally. Trish once told me I could be inches away from death and I would probably still fight with what ever energy I had left. I am stubborn. I knew that Trish couldn't take care of me anymore so the first time Zeke dozed of I jumped to the next rooftop and left the comfort of having people look after me. When I turned fourteen I got to see Cole again. I asked him how Trish was and he told me she was killed. It made me mad and sad. Mad because she took care of me and I never took advantage of having a roof over my head, I realize it now. Sad because she was basically the one who thought me everything. How to fight for survival. How to take care of wounds. Everything. Now living on the streets I miss her now more than ever.