((Whoever reads this: this is awkward on my part writing-wise, so it may not be up to par with what I usually do. Maybe I'll redo this thread later))Zima landed on the concrete, absently noting the cold air and the gray sky. The city bustled underneath as always, oblivious to the government persocoms hopping on the rooftops. It looked like an average winter day. She was hot in this weather? It was below freezing! He spent the hour running back to Dita's location signal. Her moving signature. And that meant she was running away. What kind of virus affected her systems? This was Dita, she was built to take on any virus! "Dita?" He called out, pacing to the other side of the stairwell opening. She had finally stopped running from him. And that could be good, or very, very bad. Tags: eros day virus
|