The Host
Raven Shredder
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IC:The dream had seemed so realistic, and as I began to wake up, I willed myself back to sleep.
The undead, the humans, and my sword all came back to me in one swift motion. The sword, dancing on its own once more, began taking out many of the zombies.
And then my head began to pound. Memories, or images that seemed to show me the past of myself, began popping up all over inside my head. Who I was, what I was, and where i was.
Then they stopped. I was gasping, and the zombies were closing in on me. Only a swift motion from a sword led me to safety, and I continued in the seemingly never ending fight...
OOC: don't wory, my character won't remeber any of what she saw in her memories...
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Not being able to speak is not the same as not having anything to say  And in the end we lie awake and we dream of making our escape |
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