Dakota White wanted an escape. No, scratch that, she needed an escape. She needed to forget the death and the destruction. Basically everything about the whole "FAYZ" thing.
Even if it was only for a few hours, it was something. And she needed that something more than anything else.
She frantically searched the small, one-story house she was currently occupying for the bottle of liquid fire. "Where is it?" she muttered to herself. "Where the hell is it!" she screamed. She swore she had a half bottle left, just last night!
Dakota swept her small, blood-shot eyes over the filth that was her house, until they landed on a bottle of Smirnoff's. Her feet couldn't carry her fast enough to the release.
She hastily picked it up, only to find out something that made her want to cry. It was empty. Not a single drop left.
She threw the worthless bottle at the wall with all the strength she could muster, which wasn't much. The broken glass went everywhere, but she didn't care. The house was already covered in it, what difference would a little more make?
She knew she had to stop, that the vodka would eventually run out. But, she couldn't find the strength. No matter how hard she tried, she knew there was no stopping. Anytime soon, at least.
Right there, in a pile of broken glass, dirty clothes, and God knows what else, she cried. Cried for the hunger to stop. Cried for the FAYZ wall to come down. Cried for her mother. But more than anything, cried for her sister to come back to her.
She hated Sage for dying and leaving her in this living hell alone. Dakota had watched as the heartless demon, Drake whipped her to death. She wished she had taken her place. Sage had so much more to live for than her. Everyone loved Sage. She was perfect in so many ways. She was the only reason Dakota still had a reason to live. Why was she still living right now, anyways? She could make all the pain go away. It would be as easy as picking up a piece of the broken glass and… no, she couldn't do that. She knew she didn't have the guts to take her own life. She knew that sitting around moping all day wouldn't bring her sister back to life, but it was so hard not to.
She pushed the horrible memories to the back of her mind to have nightmares about later, just like she did every day, and put on a fake happy face, just like she did every day, so she could get stuff done. She knew the only way to make those nightmares go away was either to get high or drunk, too bad the pot ran out a couple weeks ago and she drank the last of the vodka last night. She had heard that someone was a running a black market, but the problem was finding out where it was.
So, she decided that would be her mission for today. Find the black market and get her release. She walked out of the house and looked around. This might take a while.