Scherbe has spent what had felt already like days searching the vault. she had never gone beyond the main room and her quarters of the vault. She never had a need. A want.
But as she scoured the city like vault deep below. The she felt the nagging thoughts of the voices ever echoing in her head. They would come whispering anger in her ears and fade. She drove her self though them as best she could while searching the massive vault.
Someone took it
“no I haven’t found it yet” she told herself
You were gone for so long, anyone could have taken it.
Her entire body was sore. The ache seeped into her bones. Her brain felt like it had swollen and pushed against her skull. She drag her feet over the floor. her vision was blury. A guttural groan escaped her throat.
“The seed. Of. Man. Is. Rotten” Her brain won't stop chanting it. She pushed myself much too hard.
"Scherbe" said a voice. A familiar voice. Wasn't it? She though
She spun around