Sammara's point of view
Nothing worse than a f*****g spoiled kid to wake you up in the middle of the morning.
I reluctantly opened my eyes, the moonlight streaming through the small recessed window serving to illuminate nothing more than the outline of the cheap junk that was in my motel room. Five days had passed since my escape, but I had barely had time to stop, the Council forces were quick to find me and it was only about thirty-six hours ago that I was almost caught on the outskirts of a fishing town, paralyzed by the snow and storm that was holding up all of Europe.
I had managed to kill the soldier who had caught up with me, but in the process, I had had to leave behind the money I had made and it took me longer than I wanted to get more to be able to pay for my stay in this pl
