She knew everything was about to change but she was damned if she could keep at least one thing normal . She couldnt believe that her hair could still be in pigtails , when her mother was dead , shot by Sam herself , and her hair still stuck up in two bunchs at the sides of her head . She glared at the thick rimmed glasses in her hand for a moment but put them on , glad at least for her vision clearing , Jay was right , she would have to see perfectly when the time came to start shooting again .
A shiver ran up her spine as her brain finialy began to realize the amount of horrors that were probably outside her front door .
Emotion: Fear