❄ twelfth reminder

Nov 27, 2011 18:57

[ highway ; early morning ; open ]

[ As far as awakenings go, this one is definitely ranks up there for most unpleasant. If the sound of trucks rumbling by weren't enough, the dull pain from the previous day has turned intense. She's quiet, temporarily uninterested by investigation by looking for somewhere to hind, finding a little hole in some nearby rubble to crawl into. The crawling is far more literal than she would like, and when she pulls up the legs of her pants she can see quite clearly why that is.

The swelling has increased significantly, her legs looking some horrible mess of black and purple. She pokes at them, like the two dead things they are, and barely feels it. ]

Oh no...

[ streets ; evening ; closed ]

[ She's not even sure how she's made it this long, or this far. Her legs barely work, and it takes everything she has to keep moving, to get from hiding place to hiding place. She's breathing heavily, and it seems like she won't be making it to her next one. All she can do is hold her breath and hope those things don't notice her. Maybe she'll get lucky. Maybe. ]
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