AC - 10/18

Life is, and has been, one big cosmic joke. From the moment she was born,
she was forced to survive under extreme circumstances. Poked, prodded and tested
on, Raven learned at a young age that people were nothing more than selfish 
beings that would do anything to place themselves up above others. Even after she
escaped that testing facility at the ripe age of 16 she had been plagued wiht the
idealization that humans were hopeless. There was no saving them and even if there
was, it was no use. People reverted back to what was comfortable, to what would
give them the quickest satisfaction at any given time. She had moved back to 
Valkery for people that one could argue she cared about. Unfortunately, no matter
how hard a person fights, it doesn't mean that things will be okay.

Days and nights were spent battling Lucy's army of twisted psychotic minions. They
ripped people from their homes, many of them being tied up to flag poles or trees
and set on fire. People in bunny masks danced around the screaming victims, the thick
and pungent scent of burning hair and flesh forever engrained in the air of the town.
Raven fought with everything she had to protect the first place she ever truly called
her home. She ripped out the throats of Lucy's followers and did what she could to
stave off the destruction and chaos that ensued. She fought alongside her ragtag group
of friends but unfortunately, there was only so much they could do. There were too
many of Lucy's men, over half of them augmented with the effects of Chaos, creating
monsters that were nearly impermeable to gunfire. 

The raven-haired beauty was covered in the ash of human remains mixed with the coagulated 
blood of the fallen. She hadn't eaten or slept in days, constantly on high alert in hopes
of turning the tides on this war. It wasn't until the tenth night of fighting that she
realized there was no hope. The longer they stayed, the worse it would get. Raven struggled
with this realization, she wasn't a quitter and never ran away from a fight. In this case,
there were no other options. If she wanted to be any good to anyone or anything, she needed
to stay alive and for now, that meant retreating.

Rae didn't have much to her name and so, didn't think twice about returning to her apartment
to pack anything up. Instead, she made her way to a thoroughly looted liquor store and grabbed
a lone bottle of Jameson. Long alabaster fingers twisted off the top before she brought the
mouth of the bottle to her lips, taking down several shots-worth of the burning amber
liquor before dropping the bottle to her side to take in a breath of air. She rubbed away at
the whiskey that dribbled dowdn her chin with the back of her hand before turning briskly
on the heels of her boots and stalking out of the store. Raven wasn't a quitter. She
didn't want to leave... but she knew that she had to survive to fight another day.

"I'll be back. And when I do, there will be Hell to pay." She growled under her breath
to the air before making her way down the street.