Apr 18, 2015
departuretorapture
Belle was hunched up inside the cupboard. Her knees were up to her chest. In one hand she was holding pistol, the other was clamped around her mouth. To silence her panicked breathing or to stop herself throwing up, she wasn’t sure.
Normally when she went scavenging she’d occasionally bump into one splicer, and with her small size could hide easily until they left. Not this time. She had to kill one just to escape. Their blood still damp on her dress. Regardless of their state she didn’t want to kill anyone.
But she could still hear them outside the heavy wooden door. “Oh god I don’t want to die like this” she thought.
