Post by Saiph on Jul 22, 2009 5:29:39 GMT -5
Zasha stepped outside, blinking in the sunlight, and looked down at the hastily-drawn map in her hand. None of the corridors she had been walking down for the past half an hour even remotely resembled it. She walked away from the building, turned around and inspected it, looking for a familiar landmark. After consulting the map once more, she let out a wordless yell of frustration and tore it up, stuffing the pieces into the deep pockets of her cargo pants, and trudged over to the wall of the building. The teenager slumped down onto the ground, sitting with her butt against the wall but leaning forward over her knees, head in her hands.