That’s it, I give up… *facedesk* I’m mixing up my muses too much. Lynn’s going back on a hiatus guys. I’ll comeback when I’m bored… and I feel that I can write as her again.
I’m really sorry, but I’m just not one of those people who can have multiple muses at once, Alec and Evelyn are quite different.
Quality’s gonna drop swapped to mobile for a bit.
“Sound’s fimilar, but no. So what you do?”
“Teach, I’m a teacher.”
“A teacher? Uh, yeah, and I’m an alien. If you were a teacher, why would you be here in the NYZ? I don’t think you’d want to be around all the Infected.”
What could the evolved do to just spend some time alone? It was already bad enough having Blackwatch on her ass….
She sighed, sitting down cross-legged on the high skyscraper. She used to be an assassin… After… God knows what, she became what she called a monster… An evolved. Pancetta brushed some hair from her face. This virus was only a curse to her. But over the past 7 months, she had gotten used to the pros and cons of being infected.
Yet suddenly, her biomass prickled. There was someone nearby… An infected too. She stood up, turning and trying to find the source.
Lynn sighed. She was used to being Infected. It had been long enough. Sure, she was constantly hunted by both the Infected, and Blackwatch, but she did enjoy messing with all her enemies. Whoever this was, definiately knew what she was doing, and might be worth her time.