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[Animals tend to go off on their own when they realize they’re about to die.
But Annie is a lot more human than she’s ever given herself credit for.
She doesn’t know if the pile of rubble was her old house or her new one or just some random fucking house, she can’t tell anymore. Everything looks even more alike than it had before. She just wants to sit, but even that is too much for her, and she ends up just sprawling out on the dirty ground. She wants to pray. But this is a godless place, she’s learned that much in her time here. It wouldn’t help her any. He can’t hear her here.
It hurts, goddamn it. Every pain she’s ever felt before-- being stabbed, being shot, being bitten-- can’t compare to the sheer… pervasiveness of this pain. She puts a hand to her burning head and comes back with a clump of hair, thinner than the last. She had never liked her hair, anyway.
She sees blurry figures out of the corner of her eye a few seconds before they close, and she grins with the last of her strength. Well. It’s not like she’s going to be using this body anymore. Let them have it. It’s not like she hasn’t been considering the same thing the past few days. Her stomach turns at the thought of blood and flesh. Damn human bodies. Damn poison.
The last thing she does is pray.]
But Annie is a lot more human than she’s ever given herself credit for.
She doesn’t know if the pile of rubble was her old house or her new one or just some random fucking house, she can’t tell anymore. Everything looks even more alike than it had before. She just wants to sit, but even that is too much for her, and she ends up just sprawling out on the dirty ground. She wants to pray. But this is a godless place, she’s learned that much in her time here. It wouldn’t help her any. He can’t hear her here.
It hurts, goddamn it. Every pain she’s ever felt before-- being stabbed, being shot, being bitten-- can’t compare to the sheer… pervasiveness of this pain. She puts a hand to her burning head and comes back with a clump of hair, thinner than the last. She had never liked her hair, anyway.
She sees blurry figures out of the corner of her eye a few seconds before they close, and she grins with the last of her strength. Well. It’s not like she’s going to be using this body anymore. Let them have it. It’s not like she hasn’t been considering the same thing the past few days. Her stomach turns at the thought of blood and flesh. Damn human bodies. Damn poison.
The last thing she does is pray.]