by Redd » 05/31/2020 9:46 PM
Others, did not.
The room was pitch black and it took a moment fingers lightly touching the cold, rough brick to find the light switch to a grimy old bulb that barely seemed to grace the room with it's glow. Her feet slipped into boots, worn with use, simply to walk across old, rickety wooden planks to the bathroom, if it could be called that and blearily blinked at the dusty mirror and a tired stranger looked back.
More than a dozen scars had managed to find their way onto her face. Fingers lightly traced the most prominent of these, a gash along her right cheek from some raider blade, the wound no longer troubling her, but the feel of it still foreign beneath her fingertips. The rest, a nick on her lip, a gouge from her nose and a few scrapes on her eyebrows and forehead where from the wild animals, just the Commonwealth claiming her as a wastelander.
All the stories
And the loopholes
Guess you found my heart wasn't enough?
Throw another of your right hooks
Never thought you'd leave me in the dust
Now you're hungry for the control
Take the last of what I've got
Guess my heart wasn't enough