Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170113162801/@comment-30115707-20170124000822

Chris raised herself from the colder flooring, her Knees clicking as she stood. The rusty cell bars vaguely appeared in front of her. Her foreign accent grumbled within the perimeters of her cell - " Home sweet home, I guess..."

The bunker which was now her bed seemed most uncomfortable, different from what she had in her home in Mexico, but she had to put up with it now. This was her life... Grasping the used bible which had become fragile with time and lying down on the bunker surface made Chris become tired. Maybe it was time to ease her mindset and let things happen.