Sylvie, oh you foolish girl! What are you trying to do, play the hero? Ah yes, to those of you lamenting such a twist, Sylvie is doing what she can the best she knows how to protect her friends, her family and her town! What a girl, what a friend! But will the others think so when they find out? Stay tuned!<br /><br /><br />Next:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651550747" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-13-The-Doctor-651550747" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 13: The Doctor</strong>CHAPTER THIRTEEN<br />The Doctor<br />Sylvie shivered as she walked down the long hallway. Her footsteps echoed loudly off the walls, the bare, unadorned shaft echoing like her dream. She wished she had her rifle.<br />At the far end stood two swinging doors; painted the same horrid shade of hospital white, with shiny brass plates where handles should be, and two small rectangular windows with the wire mesh shot through the glass. In effect, the door of every hospital horror story or show ever written.<br />Sylvie almost turned around right then, but the promise of more aid to the town stopped her. Besides, there could even be the smallest chance that they could be made human again. Surely that would be worth the risk?<br />Screwing up her courage, she pushed through the door.<br />Inside, she found the set from Doctor Joe; there were couches and chairs, a warm blue rug that dominated the floor, cushions scattered everywhere, a bookshelf groaning under the weight of what seemed to be hundreds of medical textbooks,</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651549895" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-11-Office-Games-651549895" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 11: Office Games</strong>CHAPTER ELEVEN<br />Office Games<br />Sylvie trotted towards the imposing stone edifice that had held her mother's law office. The chilly day had not helped her mood soften in the slightest as she left the house that morning, and she pulled the fringes of her western jacket tight about her. The exceptional material kept her warm and calmed her, which Sylvie found odd considering for almost a year it had been the mark of her enslavement. In fact, she thought ruefully as she glanced down at herself, she looked exactly like she did in her posters. For whatever reason, she felt she needed to be ready for anything today, and had donned her full western regalia, even the hat, and slung her rifle with sheath on her back.<br />People waved at her as she walked through town, and friends called out greetings and invites for her to stop and talk for a bit. She smiled and waved at them or returned their calls with regrets that she had to hurry for an appointment.<br />Some of the people she recognized from the range</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>