Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140226060557/@comment-23309369-20140226071800

Liz was sitting on what remained of a building with her weapon, the Tombstone, was laid on its side to her left. The mixed mound of faded and crushed brick, shattered shingles and broken glass acted as a vantage point, allowing her to see slightly farther than the ruins would allow. Or so she hoped the others would think. In reality she was just trying to have her own little area to herself as she held her knees close and rubbed the eyepatch over her right eye nervously with a gloved hand, her metal wrist gleamed periodically as it poked out from the depths of her jacket and caught the sun's rays. The others are searching for survivors...I'll just...stay out of the way...it's not like I could really help anyway...

The sound of a voice caused her to jump with a surpised yelp, her hands tightened on the Tombstone's handles as she turned to the sound, not quite relaxing when she noticed it was one of her new teammates. Eventually she managed to move her hands away from her weapon and she turned away from the person with her hands clasped over her ears as if to ward away the words she had already heard, she shook her head.

"T-they're all d-dead..." was all she could manage to say as she looked over the ruins once more, a familiar feeling of dread taking its place in her mind.