October 4th
Zara watched as several armed guards ran right past her, the sound of gunfire echoing out
behind them. There goes her cover of being a nice, normal girl. She worried a little about
Jessie, and hoped that the other girl had gotten away. Maybe she should have looked after
her better? No, she did the right thing, if you don't look after yourself, who will? At
least that's how she thought these days. She and her brother had fought to be the most
loyal soldiers they could be, but now he was gone. Zara didn't believe in honour anymore.
In fact, she didn't believe in much of anything anymore, except the feeling deep inside her
that told her that her brother was gone. Since his disappearance 8 years ago she was confident
he was still alive and looked for him, but then three years ago.... Three years ago something
changed, though she couldn't say what, she just knew. Now she wanted to find out the truth.
There was no other reason to be in Midgar. She had hidden for long enough, now she was back
for some answers. Seeking the truth about him was better than realising the truth about her.
No one had come to look for her. No one held hope for her. Her worst fears had become a
reality. They hadn't wanted her after all.
Zara felt like she was rising out of the ground as she became conscious. The pain at the back
of her head grew worse.
"Where am I?"
The pain was moving from a dull throb, to thundering bangs.
"Where am I? What happened?"
The ground was wet, the damp seemed to go through her entire body. Her head felt like it
was going to explode.
"What happened?"
Then she remembered.
Waking with a start, Zara's hands clutched at the ground, grabbing handfuls of dirt.
Remembering where she was, she calmed down, breathing returning to normal. Damn these
nightmares. Seeing that it was now dark, Zara moved out from below the junk she was hiding
under and stretched. She wondered how long she had been there for and cursed herself for
falling asleep. She felt more comfortable in the dark, the night offered protecting and the
shadows welcomed her. Moving quietly, she slipped from one shadow to the next without being
seen. The wall market was still buzzing with life, but no one noticed her. She breathed a
sigh of relief when she reached the inn where she was staying.
"Been out partying?" The guy at the door asked.
"Yeah, something like that." Zara replied, hoping he hadn't noticed how long she had been
gone for. He didn't say anything else, so she slipped inside. She didn't like to talk
to people at night, her eyes stood out too much.
Zara watched as several armed guards ran right past her, the sound of gunfire echoing out
behind them. There goes her cover of being a nice, normal girl. She worried a little about
Jessie, and hoped that the other girl had gotten away. Maybe she should have looked after
her better? No, she did the right thing, if you don't look after yourself, who will? At
least that's how she thought these days. She and her brother had fought to be the most
loyal soldiers they could be, but now he was gone. Zara didn't believe in honour anymore.
In fact, she didn't believe in much of anything anymore, except the feeling deep inside her
that told her that her brother was gone. Since his disappearance 8 years ago she was confident
he was still alive and looked for him, but then three years ago.... Three years ago something
changed, though she couldn't say what, she just knew. Now she wanted to find out the truth.
There was no other reason to be in Midgar. She had hidden for long enough, now she was back
for some answers. Seeking the truth about him was better than realising the truth about her.
No one had come to look for her. No one held hope for her. Her worst fears had become a
reality. They hadn't wanted her after all.
Zara felt like she was rising out of the ground as she became conscious. The pain at the back
of her head grew worse.
"Where am I?"
The pain was moving from a dull throb, to thundering bangs.
"Where am I? What happened?"
The ground was wet, the damp seemed to go through her entire body. Her head felt like it
was going to explode.
"What happened?"
Then she remembered.
Waking with a start, Zara's hands clutched at the ground, grabbing handfuls of dirt.
Remembering where she was, she calmed down, breathing returning to normal. Damn these
nightmares. Seeing that it was now dark, Zara moved out from below the junk she was hiding
under and stretched. She wondered how long she had been there for and cursed herself for
falling asleep. She felt more comfortable in the dark, the night offered protecting and the
shadows welcomed her. Moving quietly, she slipped from one shadow to the next without being
seen. The wall market was still buzzing with life, but no one noticed her. She breathed a
sigh of relief when she reached the inn where she was staying.
"Been out partying?" The guy at the door asked.
"Yeah, something like that." Zara replied, hoping he hadn't noticed how long she had been
gone for. He didn't say anything else, so she slipped inside. She didn't like to talk
to people at night, her eyes stood out too much.
