❄ twelfth reminder

[echidna]

[ 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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[echidna]

[ His screams barely even reach her at all, dull behind the pounding of blood in her ears. Something fills her mouth, blood and vomit, and all she can do is choke on it as she tries to cry out.

Everything is starting to go dark, and she's died enough times already to know what this is, to know what's coming. Right now, it can't come soon enough. It's a little sad for a child, for any of them really, to be so well acquainted with death, but at the moment it only means that she knows that the pain is almost over.

Something snaps, a bone maybe, she doesn't know where, but all at once the lights turn out-- it's finished. Her body goes limp as its devoured, and only then do her fingers slip from his. ]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't go out quietly, still fighting, still hoping until the very end. The pain, at this point, is beyond excruciating, overwhelming even the rage until his entire world is white-hot agony and he can't remember anything before it. His struggling has turned into little more than weak, pathetic pushes, helpless attempts to try to somehow dislodge the cannibals pinning him down. He can see slivers of white poke through on his arms where they've torn the flesh off straight down to the bone, and he wonders hysterically as much as he can wonder anything in this state how it is he's still alive, if it counts as a miracle if he doesn't want it, and maybe the fact that he is is a sign that they'll somehow get out of this after all--

The only thing worse than the pain is having to watch Jade endure the same and being powerless to stop it. Maybe he would have accepted his death more easily if she hadn't been there, would have just closed his eyes and prayed for it to be over soon - but he said they'd be fine, he can't let her down now, and it isn't fair that she has to go through this, that she has to die again while he can't do a goddamn motherfucking thing to stop it, and it's not until she lets go that he realizes that there isn't going to be a last-second miracle this time around.

He's still screaming her name when one of them finally rips out his throat.]