<div class="floatleft"> (http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/13483147/Kerli.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Christina DeLarose<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>With:</strong>No One<br/><hr/>Christina was sitting at her computer desk.  It had been a very long week at work and finally she had some alone time.  Her bubble bath was running and she stood to grab a CD from her collection which lined her eggshell colored walls.  That is when it happened.  There was a buzzing from her phone vibrating and she looked at the small LCD screen mumbling<em>"Fuck".</em>under her breath.  She turned her head as she heard helicopters overhead and ran to her bedroom.<br/><br/>She knew this day would come, so she had prepared, but she didn't think it would be today.  She grabbed up her bag with some clothes, cash, and other odds and ends and dropped her phone to the ground, smashing it with her heel then ran to the kitchen.  As her heels clicked against the tile she thought about how she would miss this place and blew out the pilot light on her stove before turning on the gas.  She then went outside... They were getting closer.  She got into her silver prius and drove down the road.<br/><br/>About an hour away she dropped off the car she had been in for a less suspicious mini-van and headed to Colorado, where she was sure to meet a few old friends.. If they had made it.<br/><br/>It took 4 hours of straight driving to reach the abandoned warehouse.  She pulled in softly and cut the power to it, leaving the keys incase they needed a fast escape and made her way into the warehouse.  Her hand reached up to touch the knob of the door and the lock appeared burnt or busted apart.  "How peculiar..."  Christina slipped off her pumps and made her way slowly inside keeping on her guard just in case.  She peered around a corner and saw someone standing alone and raised her hands.  While this may have looked as though she were giving up something or surrendering, this could also be an unknown danger.<strong>"Hello?"</strong>