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<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">When morning came she woke groaning alone on the bare wooden floor of some ruined house. Her clothes (what was left of them) were torn, disgusting with... what? Sick? Had she been sick on herself? Had someone else sicked up on her? And where was she? Had they stopped at a crackhouse to get more drugs? She couldn't remember... Her head hurt so much. Suddenly nauseated, she retched over the filthy boards, but nothing came up. She figured the sick down her was her own, so that was a bit of a relief... Staggering around, | <span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">When morning came she woke groaning alone on the bare wooden floor of some ruined house. Her clothes (what was left of them) were torn, disgusting with... what? Sick? Had she been sick on herself? Had someone else sicked up on her? And where was she? Had they stopped at a crackhouse to get more drugs? She couldn't remember... Her head hurt so much. Suddenly nauseated, she retched over the filthy boards, but nothing came up. She figured the sick down her was her own, so that was a bit of a relief... Staggering around, her head spinning, she recalled snatches of the night. They'd been having so much fun. Until they weren't.</span> | ||
<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large"> | <span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">Something had happened...had there been an accident? Had the car thumped over a deer or something in the road? Nothing was clear in her mind... she remembered everyone was yelling, then she was scooped up and flung over a big bloke's shoulder and he was running, they were all running, running...a girl had been screaming...was that her? Had she been screaming? Everything was muddled in her mind and made no sense. Then they were indoors and pounding up the stairs. They'd left her and another girl on the floor in the empty house. Where had the other girl gone? Had she followed the guys back down? Lizzie had passed out and could remember nothing more. | ||
<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">Strange things still flash into her mind, but are they bits of memory or just nightmares? In Malton, her new home for the present and foreseeable future, they could be either.</span> | |||
==<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:x-large">'''NOW'''</span>== | ==<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:x-large">'''NOW'''</span>== | ||
<span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">Lizzie is | <span style="font-family:Goudy Old Style;color:#008080;font-size:large">Lizzie is grateful to be an ally of the Knights Templar in Kempsterbank. She had assured them that she was not one of <i>those</i> Donners. She was desperate to be accepted into the protection of the group. Their headquarters is the magnificent old Whitenoll Building, the tallest structure in Kempsterbank. It serves as a beacon of hope to the entire community and Lizzie is proud to defend it.</span> | ||
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