“Lily”

So always  in these wasteswandered alone      this lolita

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Her dead eyes opened in a flutter, and she knew she was asleep.  Aching pains shot through her body as her sense came to fruition.  Every time it took her by surprise, she would never become accustomed to the hardship.  Relenting the grip her arms had around her legs, she let her body unfurl onto the ground in a sprawl.  Rolling gently onto her back, limps prostrate around her, she stared at the gaping hole in the ceiling above her.  If she had been more aware of herself she would have found shelter in a place without such damage.  As she recalled, with numb legs she had collapses here before without care for moving onward.  Always she had gone until the point of crippling exhaustion.  Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar feeling of hunger.  Using her glove encased hands, she pushed herself up and eventually onto her feet.  It was clear to see where she had collapsed before, as the dust had been disturbed so cleanly.  Some had caked onto her the night before and her motions caused some to fall off her.  

Moving her tired legs towards the door, she set her hand on the rusted handle.  It was almost like a game now, to see if she could effectively open a closed door.  It was not that she had some mental deficiency, but that her motor skills had become so impaired.  Tugging at it and even jerking it caused a slight rattle to come from accursed device.  A ting of anger became apparent on her face as she struggled with it.  Moving her free hand to assist, the motions became more eratic as she struggled to accomplish this subjectively simple task.  In some combination of motion, she shoved the handle down while pulling it backwards.  With a click the mechanism released and the door flung inwards, throwing her back onto her rear with a cry of shock.  Taking a moment to collect her composure, the frail little girl lifted a hand to her head.  With a brush she moved her dirty grey locks from over her eyes and aside.

Picking herself up, she quickly made for the decrepit hallway.  Little light shined through the dirt covered windows, luckily there were a few shattered panes to light her path.  Stepping across the threshold and making her way down the rubble covered floor towards the stairwell.  Her shoes, though mud covered and worn, retained their bright red color and white trim.  Though it could be said the white trim resembled something closer to a grey now.  It was luck to have them, so that she could traverse this destroyed building without fear of abrasions.  With a slight limp in her step she descended the stairs slowly.  Remembering not to rush herself for fear of falling.  Gripping the rusted handrail so as to support herself she made her way to the floor below.  With little haste she made her way across the foyer to the exit.  Stepping into the darkened sunlight, the dusty winds washed across her demure frame.  A slight whimper escaped her lips, as Lily wandered on.