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[center][color=fff79a][u][b]JULIANNE LEUNG[/b][/u][/color][/center]

Eventually, Julianne's sprint slowed to a jog. Breathing heavy, and ragged, she glanced over her shoulder. No one followed her. She wasn't about to get run down and beat to death- if anyone was capable of that yet. Whoever the people were who had captured here...God, they were sick. She began to think if they'd even let her out of here at all. Probably not. But these other people might be willing to crack, and kill for their freedom. Defense was her priority.

Still...maybe she could get out of here. They could just drug her again; it's not like anyone would believe her. Perhaps she could just get it over with. The thought made her sick suddenly. No. No, maybe they could just...escape? As she continued to jog in the open field, she felt her stylish but impractical skinny jeans drag friction against her thighs, legs begginning to become irritated by the fabric. It was hard to bend in these things. Maybe she could find more pratical pair of pants or something.

These were the thoughts that made their way through the haze of her life being in imminent danger.

Eventually, the big building that was one of the shops became larger in her vision. The jog turned into a walk and she placed a hand on her hip as she walked inhaling deeply through her nose, attempting to cool the burn in her lungs. Julianne shielded her eyes from the sun as she approached. It was large, a concrete block of oppressive architecture. She spotted a door and made her way inside the 'store'. Unbeknownst to her, it was the food and water store.