[color=6ecff6][i]She ran, fleeing for her life, chasing after the faint belief the others were still alive, even though she’d seen them die. There were noises behind her, but she didn’t turn to look, there was no point, she could never see their faces, just bulky forms, endlessly chasing her. She couldn’t keep running, gasping for breath, and she couldn’t fly, her wings broken and torn, and she certainly couldn’t fight, she felt like led-jelly, heavy and spaghetti-like, running on pure fear alone. Suddenly in front of her appeared a door, nothing else, just a heavy metal door in its frame, she didn’t think, just dashed through, not that she could have avoided it, even if she wanted to. Turning and slamming the door, she bolted it, hoping it would keep the pursuers out, but when she turned round, surveying the room, she found it was a cage of sorts, concrete walls on every side, closing in, shrinking the space rapidly, causing her to freak, her claustrophobia making her fling herself at the door, only to find just another solid concrete wall. She could still see, and so panic kept rising as the space kept shrinking. Curling herself up in a ball, tears dripping own her face, she sobbed, far to terrified to scream.[/i][/color]

Eyes snapping open, the girl stayed frozen, tears dripping down her face, as she silently watched the pale grey light filling the room. It was cold, she never closed her curtains, but that didn’t bother her, she preferred cold. A noise from somewhere else in the cabin jolted her, offering the necessary push to get her up. Stretching out her arms and legs she rolled out of bed, feet making a slight thump when they hit the floor. Wiping the tears of her face, Fade padded out of her room, already dressed, she slept in her clothes, and started poking round the kitchen, looking for something to eat. She was not a morning person, but being up was better than sleeping, sleeping meant nightmares, something she was loath to face.  She could hear the others out on the balcony, but wasn’t ready to face them quite yet, she hadn’t woken up screaming this morning, a great achievement, compared to what she used to be like, but she still hated the others seeing her as weak. Chewing at the side of her hand thoughtfully, she was gentle enough to not break her skin, instead leaving slightly indented bite marks. Finally after rummaging round and admitting she had no clue what she was looking at, Fade silently joined the others on the balcony, soaking up the sunlight, bouncing it off her obsidian-midnight wings, which she had stretched out behind her, mimicking many of the others on the balcony. Right then she was not in a talking mood, content to just listen, but that would probably change soon enough.