Oct 24, 2007 22:22
Lenore Ackart has seen some strange things in her lifetime, but not once did she ever expect to find herself standing in the middle of a barren wasteland, and yet... here she is.
There isn't a sign of any life around -- human, animal, plant, nothing. She's standing on a gigantic mound of dirt and debris and cannot, for the life of her, figure out how she got here, or where, exactly, here is.
She scowls at the empty landscape and fishes a loose cigarette from out of her pocket, placing it loosely between her lips.
At least nobody's chasing her.
lenore ackart,
bridgette dubois