causeway25oclock
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 6, 2015
"Uggh... my head..."
Patricia Gales, a young woman in her mid twenties, stood up on shaky legs. Her lustrous auburn hair was tied up in a bun, though several frazzled strands were now free. She adjusted her glasses, thankful that whatever had happened hadn't damaged them in anyway. What had happened, anyway?
The details were still fuzzy in the grad student's head. She remembered working a late night in the lab, hearing a loud bang, and the sirens... being escorted to the shelters... hearing the screams of panic...
She looked around at her surroundings. She appeared to be in some sort of run down, abandoned building, probably an apartment at one point. Her disheveled clothing was her usual lab wear; blouse and pencil skirt, and heels. Not exactly the best clothing for this situation...
Patricia Gales, a young woman in her mid twenties, stood up on shaky legs. Her lustrous auburn hair was tied up in a bun, though several frazzled strands were now free. She adjusted her glasses, thankful that whatever had happened hadn't damaged them in anyway. What had happened, anyway?
The details were still fuzzy in the grad student's head. She remembered working a late night in the lab, hearing a loud bang, and the sirens... being escorted to the shelters... hearing the screams of panic...
She looked around at her surroundings. She appeared to be in some sort of run down, abandoned building, probably an apartment at one point. Her disheveled clothing was her usual lab wear; blouse and pencil skirt, and heels. Not exactly the best clothing for this situation...