by Silenced Screams » Mon Apr 16, 2012 1:47 pm
Luna ran behind the shed, and stopped by her rifle. She looked around and sat against the shed. She sighed and took out her wallet, with a picture of herself as a seven year old, with her mom and dad, on her dad's shoulder, wearing her too big for her feet boots. She smiled softly, and closed her eyes. She sighed, knowing it would attract something, zombie, animal or whatever, but she began to sing. She sang russian words, but they were softer then Clear's.
((Im not trying to godmod, Its jsut ive always been told all my life im "The best singer ever." by everyone, and Luna is pretty much me.))