Sarah trudged along the dirt road, carrying over her shoulder a hip bag containing what little possessions she had left in the world. Her cheap sneakers had gathered plenty of dirt during miles she had walked. The cop car that was supposed to bring her here had dropped her off at the start of the track, rather than in front of the compound, before driving off. She figured they hadn't known that the place where she was supposed to go was several miles away from the drive-in (but then again, she hadn't known that either). Normally, when coppers did something stupid like that she'd have just run and try to lift her way across the country, but cars never stopped for her. Besides, usually she didn't receive invitations to anywhere so she couldn't turn away now. She ruffled a hand through her spiky platinum hair while holding the letter with the other. Despite how many times she had read it recently, it hadn't suddenly ceased to exist. The whole situation left her with the sensation she'd wake up any minute back on the cell's cot, but dreams rarely had boring walks this long. At least she had the comfort knowing she was likely almost there. Two taxis had passed her a while ago, coming and going, one after the other. The delay between seeing them passage had been short, so she figured it couldn't be much further.<br/><br/>Rounding the final turn, the walled compound finally came into sight. The ten foot brick wall reminded her other facilities she had spent time at in her childhood, but at least this wall didn't have barbed wire on the top. It still made Sarah feel little uneasy while the large metal gates opened to let her in. The wall was too big for her to climb, and she couldn't help but wonder if this gate would open to let her out again. Rubbing the band-aid strip laid out horizontally on her nose, she walked through the gates and looked over the house. Compared to what she was used to, it was massive, and she took the time take a walk around the house. After a few minutes of exploring she finally walking up to the front door. Unable to find a doorbell or handle, she resolved to knock after an awkward minute of waiting in front of the door.<br/><br/>Sarah let out a soft curse as the automated door quickly opened to let her in, catching her off-guard. Grumbling, she walked in. Her red eyes immediately turned to the other two already present in the entrance hall. Instantly, she felt out of place with her worn jeans that had holes in it, and off-white form-fitting T-shirt that clung to her thin frame. She looked like she just walked out of some ghetto, which honestly wasn't that far from the truth. With all the gel making her short hair stand in spikes, and band-aid on her nose she also resembled a punk, only lacking the tattoos or piercings for it. Coughing in her fist, she turned away from them and walked over to the double door, her sneakers leaving a trail of bits of dirt on the clean floor. Sarah carefully read the paper sign tacked to the double door, before glancing to others again.<i>"Anyone have a clue how long we'll have to wait?</i>she asked while dropping her hip bag onto the floor before settling down next to some weird purple and pink cushion that someone left in the corner of the entrance hall, not paying much attention to it.<br/><br/>Sitting on the floor, she leaned back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. Sarah was bored, but unlike the others wasn't really interested in the papers left on the table. Instead she poked a finger through one of the holes in her jeans while watching the others with her blood-red eyes. The other woman looked fairly average and normal, but the military dressed man garnered some interest from her. Especially the arm bound in black cloth, Sarah wondered if he was hiding some hideous burns or something. Her rebellious upbringing told her not to trust him, as currently he looked like the closest thing to an authority figure present in the room, even with his uncared for facial hair.<br/><br/>She let out a sigh, and returned to staring at the ceiling.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>