harper scanned her surroundings, gun raised in caution. she could never be too careful out on her own, not when the grounders could strike at any moment. her hair was hanging loose around her face, headband holding it back from her eyes. she was grateful, partly, to be on earth. all those years in lockup hadn’t been for nothing. she wasn’t going to float. “lucky me,” she retorted under her breath. came to the ground just to die at the hand of something worse. atleast if she had been executed come her eighteenth birthday, she would’ve floated around space for eternity. here, the only thing she would do in death was be feasted on by birds and bugs. sounded appetising.
