Slowly she creeps across the bleak landscape. Wary and unsure of her next step. Visions of her partner's battle wound press into her mind. The scar will always be there as a reminder. Some have no problem navigating through the area. And yet, for her, each step is a painful reminder of what once was. There are those who would gladly do the job for the right compensation. But with no resources it is up to her, and her alone. If only. No, those thoughts must not be allowed to take over. She must live in the present and deal with what is before her. Questions will only lead to distractions. Distractions lead to neglect. Neglect leads to, well, to this. Eventually all of this must stop. Bravely she stoops down. Carefully, carefully. She reaches for the nearest object, avoiding the urge to look around too much. Then slowly she stands again. One down, who knows how many more to go.
Anyone feel like cleaning up my living room for me?