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liptonrm_backupWriting is awesome. Trufax. So I thought I'd do a little more of it.
I should really come up with some kind of title for this. Oh well, Post-Apocalypse will work for now. =D
Touch
A hand on her arm and the sound of breath in her hear jerked her out of a deep, dreamless sleep. She stared into the darkness of the room, her heart stuttering in her chest. There was something in the room with her.
A crash rolled through the stillness, something heavy falling in the garage. Anne’s breathing picked up and she curled into the wall, the twin instincts to flee and hide fighting each other in her chest.
The word Run echoed in her ears, whether it was thought or voice she didn’t care, and she ran. She had just enough coherence to reach down and grab the bag lying by her bed, a few bare essentials piled up inside. She rolled open the window right over her head, the lawn a few tantalizing inches above her, and shimmied outside.
She ran across the yard, adrenaline pushing her forward, oblivious to the cold cement on her bare feet or the wind that cut through her t-shirt. A voice shouted behind her and she swerved into a neighbor’s yard, cutting back and down, feet following short-cuts forged when she was small.
She ran until she couldn’t anymore, until her legs gave out and she collapsed under a tree. She curled around her bag and waited for someone to find her, for the sun to rise, for the night to be over. She panted on the ground and wondered if she would ever wake up.
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I should really come up with some kind of title for this. Oh well, Post-Apocalypse will work for now. =D
Touch
A hand on her arm and the sound of breath in her hear jerked her out of a deep, dreamless sleep. She stared into the darkness of the room, her heart stuttering in her chest. There was something in the room with her.
A crash rolled through the stillness, something heavy falling in the garage. Anne’s breathing picked up and she curled into the wall, the twin instincts to flee and hide fighting each other in her chest.
The word Run echoed in her ears, whether it was thought or voice she didn’t care, and she ran. She had just enough coherence to reach down and grab the bag lying by her bed, a few bare essentials piled up inside. She rolled open the window right over her head, the lawn a few tantalizing inches above her, and shimmied outside.
She ran across the yard, adrenaline pushing her forward, oblivious to the cold cement on her bare feet or the wind that cut through her t-shirt. A voice shouted behind her and she swerved into a neighbor’s yard, cutting back and down, feet following short-cuts forged when she was small.
She ran until she couldn’t anymore, until her legs gave out and she collapsed under a tree. She curled around her bag and waited for someone to find her, for the sun to rise, for the night to be over. She panted on the ground and wondered if she would ever wake up.
Smell (Previous) < - > Listen (Next)
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Date: 2012-10-09 07:29 pm (UTC)I am so nervous and upset now! I mean, she should have run but omg, what if it was like a family member or something? I can't stand it!