Re: Desolated Tracks
Tigerlilly was startled awake by a rumbling crash. Leaping to her feet, she smacked her head on her wooden shelter. "Ouch", she muttered. By now the noise had stopped. Tigerlilly rubbed her head and scrambled out. It was very early in the morning, the sun was barely up. To her left, dust billowed out from openings in the building. Tigerlilly picked her way to an entrance and saw a hard, gray, rock-like object had fallen from the ceiling. The building was mostly bare, with more of the rocks scattered about; it was about ready to fall down.
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