Nina wrapped her arms around Gwen as they sat on the roof of the Santa Monica safehouse. The ferris wheel loomed dark as the sun set over the ocean. Nina nuzzled her cheek and Gwen soaked up her caresses like desert sand after the rain.
When Gwen closed her eyes, she could forget the burnt out buildings and the demons. There was only Nina's warm skin and the cool sea breeze. The city was drowning in chaos and blood, but she had never been happier.
Hell had swallowed up Los Angeles, but when Nina held her, it felt like heaven.