Word: Concrete

The world was a dusky gray. Something which should be devoid of life yet here we are thriving in it. Where was the green in all this? The vibrant life that once ruled this area? It made no sense. None at all to Averich. Then again, she was a Viking girl thrown into this new age world. It sounded like some cheap romance novel to her and she hated cheap romance novels. It wasn't by choice to be in this world. What she would kill to return to her home away from this concrete world... Though stuck here she was, but not without family of some kind. Family that she had find amongst the metallic jungle, hidden in between buildings. Amongst the gray, she managed to find the only green. The building was truly a large tree that wound itself into the shape of a club. It was larger in the inside like the Tardis from the Doctor Who series. The interior itself was warped to look as if it's a normal club with a few twists of it's own. Nature persisted within and the tree seemed to find roots firm in the building. Averich loved it in there. It opened her eyes to the possibilities and made her happy to have arrived in the midst of this concrete jungle.