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So in the end, I couldn't sleep. And ended up writing this.
Enjoy the product of infinte boredom multiplied by one night of insomnia and then divided by half an hour. (read: it's a crappy rushed scrap of writing.)
- Random Oneshot -
All she knows is that something's exploded, boom, and then she falls, and picks herself up and begins to run. It doesn't matter that there are people, bodies, lying around mutilated, it doesn't matter that they're raising mauled limbs to her, clutching at her bloodstained clothes, it doesn't matter that there're footsteps chasing her, it doesn't matter.
All she knows is that she has to run away, or it will be her that explodes next.
She shuts her eyes tightly, as tightly as possible to not look at those mutilated things that might, just might once have been human, even as her feet pound on uneven soil. She nearly trips a few times, but always manages to get away with a scrape on her elbow, or a rip in her backpack, or someone catching her just before she hits the ground, eyes still shut--
Wait, what?
She nearly opens her eyes to look, but then she hears the boom of a faint explosion, and she can't see or hear anything else, but she's certain that she has to get away. She tries to push the someone away, but as she gets up, something knocks her back down and light sears through her closed eyelids, and the noise is nearly loud enough to ignore--
This time, she can hear the muted screams.
fin.
Ok what was that I don't even--
...I think I'll just try to sleep.
Aha~n.
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