She had run. With her speed it had taken her out of the town within minutes and from there, she just, kept, running. She wasn't sure when she stopped, only when she felt free. For she wasn't running to anything, and what she was running from there was no escape. All she could hope for, was distance. Distance that would allow her to live, finally. She couldn't give it all up, not yet. While immortality was such a burden and in her eyes, no one should have to suffer it, she hadn't yet lived. So she was not ready to lose it. N ot until she knew what life had to offer.
When Amara had slowed, she was south, and close to the shore. Her wanderings then had been slower, more deliberate. She had heard about New Orleans. What a beautiful city it had been and what it had gone through when nature took out it's wrath. It was rebuilding, trying again to find itself and that spoke to her. It felt like where she needed to be and so she found rides, or they found her, to get to the city. The outskirts was where she got dropped off, with a warning about the bayou.
Looking around she wanted to take her time to see the city, really see it. That was when she found the church. It seemed empty but she knew churches were places of sanctuary and right now, that was what she needed. It was imposing, built of brick and she could feel the age on it. Lifting her skirts she ascended the steps and pushed on the door. It was dark inside, abandoned. For a moment, she felt fear that it would not accept her, that the building itself would resist her prescence.
With a first tentative step inside she held her breathe, her entire body still, but there was nothing and so she stepped fully inside and looked around. Still nothing. She heard nothing, saw nothing and headed for the front of the church. A couple of cnadles lit she decided to light one for herself, for hope, for a chance. It was then she heard it, a soft and distant heart beat.