"And who am I to mate with now?" she asked herself aloud, at Once feeling very sexually aroused. She looked around in despair at the desecrated land. "I may as well be dead myself. I have no hope in this world of chaos,” she said to herself with utmost seriousness, her wide Eyes blank. “I cannot imagine any survivors to be wandering this Damned Earth.”
She caught sight of her trusty scepter sticking out from beneath the rubble, picked it up. She began using it as a walking stick as she strode wearily away from the crash sight. After a few steps, she looked behind, saw her dilapidated smoking spacecraft smashed into the blackened Earth. She felt gratified thinking about her ship’s special walls and force-field, and how they had just prevented her from becoming virtually vaporized in the flash of an instant.
She managed to wean out a half-grin, but it was a nervous half-grin.
The front-end of the ship was buried beneath the ruins, appearing as if it had made a direct nose-dive, smashing full-force into the devastated planet. It was a disturbing sight to behold, and Lina for some reason felt that there must be some special explanation for her having survived the crash. Wincing as a pulse of pain flared up through her head-wound, Magdalena continued to question her purpose in the renewed world. A thickening dark smoke was drifting upward from the downed craft, and she could see a fierce, hungry blaze overtaking the greater part of it.
"Wow, I made it out just in time," she thought to herself.
Turning her back to the blazing wreckage, she trudged aimlessly through the dark slimy gook of her dead land with a heavy sigh. She started to feel severely depressed.
