She sat there, in the hard backed chair, staring out the window in a daze. Clutching her robe around her naked shoulders, she barely noticed all of the soldiers wandering around her.
'Hey! Whore! I asked you a fucking question!' She winced when the wooden plate hit her in the back of the head, breaking her trance. She turned slowly and looked at the soldiers that was yelling at her.
'What?' She muttered softly.
'I said who the fuck did this? It clearly wasn't your pathetic ass,' he was practically screaming at her. The body of their dead compatriot was stiffening in the bed next to her, the blood seeping into the very mattress.
'I... don't know. I didn't see them,' she shrugged slightly, looking at the floor. 'They shushed me and then jumped out the window.'
A low growl escaped one of the soldiers throats.
'Which is it, you dumb bitch? Did you see the murderer or did you not?'
'Oh... um... well, I didn't see who it was. They were hidden. But they were in the window. And they jumped,' she nodded slowly to herself, motioning towards the open window.
'Jumped? JUMPED?! We are on the fifth fucking floor! You mean to tell me that some pathetic coward scaled five stories, slunk through a window, killed a veteran soldier and then jumped back out safely? What kind of a moron do you take me for?' He was getting angrier and angrier.
'This whole damn city is starting to go crazy. What the hell is going on?' One of the other guards muttered.
'The city is alive again. Alive and angry. And the streets have a hideous way of dealing with problems,' she said in a hoarse whisper, smiling slightly as she looked out the window.
Thing were changing. She could feel it. Hope was on the way.
