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ON GOING
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I would like to go... Back to the old house...
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I've been waiting, I was born waiting...
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IN WHICH
Everything has changed, so all they want to do is go back to the simpler times.
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Vi x OC
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Brandy's POV~
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Caitlyn now has Vi's other arm over her shoulder as we walk the darkened streets. I use my free hand to put pressure on her wound as we slowly grudge forward.
"Silco's goons aren't far behind. We have to keep moving."
We approach a neon sign mounted upon what looks to be a water mill, but probably had nothing in it. Vi pants as we drag her along.
"What the hell is that?" She asks.
"The sign." I tell her, because I'm so funny.
"Nevermind. Just help me to the edge."
I laugh at her tired response and we take ourselves closer. Vi takes her arms from on our shoulders and walks a step away.
"Can you do this in your--" Caitlyn starts before Vi launches herself form the edge and down the piping. She stumbles and falls heavily between pipes, shaking the structure, and down to the ground.
"Shit."
I wince before I take off from the ledge and jump carefully down to where she is.
Vi groans as I help her up. I wrap my arms around her and get her into a stood position. She winces sharply and I frown
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I know, I'm sorry."
She moans once more as Caitlyn runs to us and puts Vi's other arm on her shoulder. I once again put pressure on her injury and we walk through the slums.
The air was groggy and dingy and you could hardly see a few metres ahead of you. However, silhouettes of tents and malnourished people could be made out from the darkness. Beaches and groans came from the people as we take one step forward in an attempt to balance Vi.
