Cynthia hobbled down the slick corridor - she didn't give a shit that she wasn't supposed to in 'her condition'. It would've been a lot easier if they'd put her and Marc in the same dormitory.
Obviously they hadn't heeded her advice.
Someone could be chopping him to little pieces because she wasn't there to protect him. Someone had tried to once already.
Or he could be telling on her right now.
Either way they had to get out of there...
They'd found her gun.
Any moment now, the police would be storming in.
'Marcia' and 'Cyan' couldn't be there to greet them.
...
Which is why, at quarter-to-midnight, Cynthia was trying to sneak into Marc's dorm without anyone seeing her.
As always, it sounded easier than it actually was.
Especially as there was now a guard dispatched outside Marc's door.
"Aw fuck." This wasn't going to be easy.
Although, to be perfectly honest, since when had life been easy on her?
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Working Progress
ActionA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
