Rachel closes her eyes and tries to focus. She can't wake up - guess the deities don't want her to yet. Still she manages to grab a hold of something. The setting shimmers and they're in a wooden shack. It's sparse, with just a few cots along the sides, blankets, the bare minimum to keep someone comfortable.
No longer bleeding, Rachel looks down to the depressingly familiar green jumpsuit of a camp internee. She can even feel the inhibitor collar around her neck.
"Shit." She mutters as she collapses, exhausted. "Fucking City."
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Date: 2009-04-19 10:30 pm (UTC)No longer bleeding, Rachel looks down to the depressingly familiar green jumpsuit of a camp internee. She can even feel the inhibitor collar around her neck.
"Shit." She mutters as she collapses, exhausted. "Fucking City."