
Riley
Annoying noises were invading Riley's dreams. She was sitting on her bed, staring at the posters on her ceiling, and someone kept yelling in her ear. Of course I'm ok, she thought. I'm back home. No more of that horrible dead city- Dead city? Dead friend. Wolfeh. Wolfeh was dead. Riley had seen her go up in flames. What a horrible way to die. Riley squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself back to her comfy bed and colorful posters, but when she opened her eyes, she was still here, on the hard cement, bruised and bleeding. Some guy was standing over her. Riley tried to ask what was going on, but all that came out was a slightly strangled moan. Cursing to herself, she tried again. "W-what's going on?" The words were still mushy, but at least they were understandable.