Dark.
Pounding heart; erratic breath; jolt, jolt, jolt.
Dark.
Crunching dirt under feet; eyes sweeping the night; temper rising, spiralling.
Dark.
Muffled manic movements; distant voices pervading the silence; a grip on something cold, hard and reeking of future-blood.
Dark.
An engine growing faint; a shouted name: Atara; fifty kilograms of shaky limbs, headed forward, urgent, determined, desperate, pained.
Dark.
Thoughts from another time, in my mind: where is she where is she; the calm before the storm; and the knowing, the knowing, impossibly, what's about to come.
Dark.
Fear; knowing; and then silence, cold and stark.
I return to the dark.
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