As the early light of dawn arrives, the destruction left over from the creatures seems eerie to her tired eyes. The pristine, bright eyed, young enforcer is a complete contrast, to the fraying white hair, half shut crimson eyes, and tattered uniformed woman still sitting against the door.
Mae Lynn, can only seem to manage shutting her eyes for a few seconds before they snap open. The cold ember eyes of that female creature still dance behind her lids. At any given moment she knows they'll be sending someone for her and it'll all be over. Why did she think she wouldn't get caught? Half baked assumptions, induced through panic and fear, bounce around in her almost numb mind. As the light starts to become brighter, Mae, becomes confused. They should've come for her already.
She signs and begins to pick herself up from the floor. Then somebody coughs from behind the wall directly in front of her. Fear tells her to run but experience says wait. So she waits and pretty soon whoever is watching makes a mistake.
A few seconds pass before a male is seen crashing through what was left of the wall adjacent. His complexation almost matches hers. Except for the long nasty scars clearly visible beneath nothing but flimsy tatters for clothes. There was something sickeningly familiar about the strange man. His eyes were closed, and short labored breathes, told her that surprisingly he was still alive.
Mae cautiously watched the sleeping man. It looked like he hadn't had a proper rest in several moons. That's how they tried to guess time, they counted how many moons had passed, since a certain event. Everyone that had been present for her birth kept saying that she was somewhere between an older adolescent and a young adult. Of course that had been back when her father was around. Now she didn't even bother trying to guess.
She continued to keep her distance from the man as she finally decided to quit hiding and regain some composure. She quickly changed out of the tattered uniform into a fresh one, and tried to run her hands through her hair to no avail. The man muttered something quietly in his sleep that caught her attention. It almost sounded like a plea for something or someone. Except she wasn't about to wait around and find out. There was an issue more important than a stranger sleeping in the middle of her home. A matter of life or death and she prayed they hadn't found what they'd been searching for; there was only one way to find out and for that she needed to quit hiding.