When she opened the door, she never would have known the family who walked in, bloody and bruised would irreparably alter her life. They were a family of five, the hundred and fifth family to seek refuge at the base. They were refugees like everyone else, hiding from the destruction just outside the vast canyon walls.
As she opened the door wider to let them in, she realized they had also been FBI agents. It looked like they had only recently been forced to flee. She yelled for her mother, who in turn led the family to the small infirmary. In the lull of time, her mother had introduced them both and made sure nobody was hurt.
In all the commotion, it hadn't been noticed when she slipped out the door and darted across the way to the ruins. Her head was spinning and she knew why. She just wouldn't accept it though. Falling wasn't an option. Not even having a little crush. She knew she was not his type of girl. Not after Marly was done telling him all about her.he also seemed like the type of guy to go for older girls. All she knew was that she was due for many a night of pillow hugging and wishing on invisible shooting stars. She would have continued on her melancholy train of thought for hours unless she felt a tap on her shoulder.
It was the thing from her nightmares. Marly had found her hiding place.
She knew if she wanted to keep this hollowed ground hers, she would have to scare Marly away and soon. Or there was the favored option: pushing her over the edge. Elizabeth restrained herself though not by much.
Now came the large problem. How to get her away, without injuring her. Severely anyway.