<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Nekra's eyes were glued to the blank canvas beneath her, her hand gripping her pencil tighter as she furrowed her brows. <i>Why is this so hard? </i>The thought had crossed her mind several times already. Ever since all of this had started, she hasn't be able to draw anything aside from the sketch. A few days ago Nekra had blacked out for unknown reasons, when she had woken up she found a sketch beside her. While it was very detailed, it was a mutant of some sort, he was dark and his eyes felt as if they could burn into you. A chill ran down her spine every time she looks at it, she tosses the sketch against the wall, her dull lifeless orange hair fell against her dingy pale skin. She pushes back from the table and deciding to take a walk to clear her mind.<br/>
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Her arms seemed to have wrapped around her, holding her shoulders as she walked. She hadn't spoke to many people since she has gotten here, part of her felt more alone than before the other part her didn't mind it. Nekra's golden brown eyes looked around the community, her arms hugged her tighter when someone bumped into her. His raspy voice riddled her skin with goosebumps, his eyes almost looked as if they were glowing ''Watch where you are going, people are working here.'' he spoke before scoffing off. She didn't respond and picked up her speed and headed towards the Garden, it was one of the places that  relaxed her and reminded of her garden she had before this happened.<br/>
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A smile formed on her lips as she approached the Garden, she moves her hands from her shoulders and takes in a deep breath. The area always had a off putting smell but she had gotten use to it over the time of being here, she walks over to the garden and runs her fingers softly over one of the plants the moisture from the leaves soaking into her skin. She lifts her head up and notices people in the garden talking, she had seen them before but hasn't really talked to them. Nekra lowers her head again and digs into her bag she pulls out her sketchbook and a broken pencil and begins to sketch the plants that were around her, a hum vibrates against her lips as she draws.<br/>
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