18 Apocalypse Avenue, late Thursday night
Harriet woke to pain. A dull throbbing in her back, in her neck, and a sharp ache in her heart.
It didn't matter. None of it mattered.
Kerrigan would be gone by now. She'd failed, hadn't been able to stop her, but she'd be damned if she would give in without a fight.
Mouth set, eyes determined, she stalked through the streets of Fandom. There was one person who could help, and he would help, if she had to tear down the world to make him.
[ooc: NFI, fine for B!]
It didn't matter. None of it mattered.
Kerrigan would be gone by now. She'd failed, hadn't been able to stop her, but she'd be damned if she would give in without a fight.
Mouth set, eyes determined, she stalked through the streets of Fandom. There was one person who could help, and he would help, if she had to tear down the world to make him.
[ooc: NFI, fine for B!]