Seventeenth File.
[ Action: Shelter at 848 Goldberg Street. Day 2. ]
[ Human beings really were flawed creatures. However, even though Diana was feeling weak and looked to be shit warmed over, she is still trying to provide for those who needed it while having coughing fits in between. Obviously things would be all right, right? She refuses to give up and give in that easily, since that would mean Mayfield would win.
God... She really hopes that she was right because she doesn't want to die. Not here, not now. She still has so much more to do, after all.
So, after having a slight coughing fit, she approaches whomever is in the shelter and asks: ]
Do... Do you need anything? Food? Water...? Supplies?
[ Action: Shelter at 848 Goldberg Street. Day 3. ]
[ ...Okay. Things were definitely taking a turn for the worst as far as Diana was concerned. When she gets up that morning, she doesn't want to get back up on her feet to take on the day. Her nose feels like it's on fire and her breathing is short and raspy. When she tries to get back up on her feet, she lets out a pained gasp, it feeling like someone just stabbed her through and through. ]
What...? What's happening...?
[ She removes the blanket and notices that she's bleeding. It's not that bad, but it's definitely not good, either. But, she's in a lot of pain and can't hold it back anymore. She feels like crying, but she doesn't want to just tear up for nothing. Is she going to die here or will she keep on suffering? ]
M-Mother... Father... I'm-I'm sorry your daughter isn't strong enough. I-I'm sorry I'm... not...
[ Another cough, followed by blood splattering in to her hand. ]
I'm not perfect...
[ Well, if she's going to die here, she's going to try to not appear weak, even though every movement she does causes her pain. Until she ends up falling over on to her chest, letting out a cry of pain before a few tears trickle out of her eyes and on to the ground itself. ]
...I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
[ Human beings really were flawed creatures. However, even though Diana was feeling weak and looked to be shit warmed over, she is still trying to provide for those who needed it while having coughing fits in between. Obviously things would be all right, right? She refuses to give up and give in that easily, since that would mean Mayfield would win.
God... She really hopes that she was right because she doesn't want to die. Not here, not now. She still has so much more to do, after all.
So, after having a slight coughing fit, she approaches whomever is in the shelter and asks: ]
Do... Do you need anything? Food? Water...? Supplies?
[ Action: Shelter at 848 Goldberg Street. Day 3. ]
[ ...Okay. Things were definitely taking a turn for the worst as far as Diana was concerned. When she gets up that morning, she doesn't want to get back up on her feet to take on the day. Her nose feels like it's on fire and her breathing is short and raspy. When she tries to get back up on her feet, she lets out a pained gasp, it feeling like someone just stabbed her through and through. ]
What...? What's happening...?
[ She removes the blanket and notices that she's bleeding. It's not that bad, but it's definitely not good, either. But, she's in a lot of pain and can't hold it back anymore. She feels like crying, but she doesn't want to just tear up for nothing. Is she going to die here or will she keep on suffering? ]
M-Mother... Father... I'm-I'm sorry your daughter isn't strong enough. I-I'm sorry I'm... not...
[ Another cough, followed by blood splattering in to her hand. ]
I'm not perfect...
[ Well, if she's going to die here, she's going to try to not appear weak, even though every movement she does causes her pain. Until she ends up falling over on to her chest, letting out a cry of pain before a few tears trickle out of her eyes and on to the ground itself. ]
...I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry...