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Post by Eden Sonders on Jan 8, 2010 14:52:35 GMT -5
For years Eden has been hiding here from the world, venturing out only when the cold damp darkness of this hideout seemed to overwhelming to bare. It was hard being secluded, but at least everyone, all of the infected, could count on one other, for the most part anyway.
In the whole establishment, the lounge seemed to be the warmest room. Everywhere else felt like a jail cell. Lets face it, this place was a jail.
Eden hugged a decorative pillow to her chest, resting her chin on it. She shivered and pulled her jacket tight around her body. She knew it wouldn't do much good, but what else was there to do? There were no more blankets in the lenin closet.
Eden closed her eyes, envisioning herself in the warmest place she could imagine. Everything around her was quiet, so this task of drifting off in to a warm la la land wasn't that terribly difficult.
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