She was used to this. War was hell, but Lash had lived most of her life embracing it. Pushed some of the bodies away like no care in the world, trying to see if some of them had weapons or ammunition she could use. Terrible, but necessary.
Right now she was tired, annoyed and just planned angry with whoever had caused all of this. No one made Lash feel uncomfortable in wartimes! No one! She pulled away at one of the fallen rocks and threw it in the air, feeling the weight. It could make a good throwing stone. A primitive weapon, yes, but it was better than nothing.
Screaming wasn't the smartest of options. But she was ready if someone wanted to attack her. Let them come. What she wanted was other voices of allies. Working alone wasn't her forte. She was terrible lonely.
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Right now she was tired, annoyed and just planned angry with whoever had caused all of this. No one made Lash feel uncomfortable in wartimes! No one! She pulled away at one of the fallen rocks and threw it in the air, feeling the weight. It could make a good throwing stone. A primitive weapon, yes, but it was better than nothing.
Screaming wasn't the smartest of options. But she was ready if someone wanted to attack her. Let them come. What she wanted was other voices of allies. Working alone wasn't her forte. She was terrible lonely.
"HEY! ANYONE OUT THERE WHO CAN HEAR ME?"