07-31-2014, 07:56 AM
Sierra listened to Calvin's story, she was sad when he mentioned that tragedy had lead him to the wolves. She knew life wasn't always a barrel of peaches, but tragedy was still very saddening. That the world was that harsh. But he didn't go into and Sierra wouldn't ask. If it was something she should know, he'd tell her, she knew that sometimes you just needed time. It had taken her time to deal with Aaron's loss, and that's why she was in Moscow, though she hadn't gotten anywhere in it. She had no idea what to do or where to look. She almost felt like giving up on the whole thing. But something always pulled her backed.
But then the conversation turned back to her and she laughed. "If it were the military I don't think I'd be who I am, nor have met the wolves."
Sierra took a swallow of the hot coffee, the heat almost burned her throat. It was a good feeling warmth. "My father was a paranoid man. When I was five, the world grew into a panicked mess with all the catastrophes happening. My father took it as a sign the apocalypse was coming. The end of days. He was determined to ride it out. He'd prepared a bunker in case of emergency. My mother never thought he'd use it, but that's where I grew up. In the middle of no where in what was once Span, deep in the ground hiding in a bunker. We stayed hidden from the world for about 5 years, before my father went top side. The world was still there, and we saw the light of day finally. But we stayed at the bunker. My parents still live there. I've moved from place to place, following the call of my passion. I've not been home since I left."
Sierra smiled. "My dad, taught us how to hunt and survive on our own, sounds like your mother was doing some of the same for you."
But then the conversation turned back to her and she laughed. "If it were the military I don't think I'd be who I am, nor have met the wolves."
Sierra took a swallow of the hot coffee, the heat almost burned her throat. It was a good feeling warmth. "My father was a paranoid man. When I was five, the world grew into a panicked mess with all the catastrophes happening. My father took it as a sign the apocalypse was coming. The end of days. He was determined to ride it out. He'd prepared a bunker in case of emergency. My mother never thought he'd use it, but that's where I grew up. In the middle of no where in what was once Span, deep in the ground hiding in a bunker. We stayed hidden from the world for about 5 years, before my father went top side. The world was still there, and we saw the light of day finally. But we stayed at the bunker. My parents still live there. I've moved from place to place, following the call of my passion. I've not been home since I left."
Sierra smiled. "My dad, taught us how to hunt and survive on our own, sounds like your mother was doing some of the same for you."