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The kid shouts something terrified in Japanese at her.
she takes a step back her boots making a squishy sloshing sound from the ink.
a train sounds in the distance...
LENNIE!! TRAIN, GET OUR STUFF!!!
okay steph...okay
Lennie scrambled for everything that was layed out in the brush. His scattered brain failing to know what to pick up first.
LENNIE!!
Im commin steph, I'm commin!
Lennie packed everything in their bags. It's was more like he stuffed everything in them rather than placing them in neatly. They didn't have much other than what they slept with and ate.
Lennie rushed up the small hill out of the brush where steph was waiting anxiously, the train was approaching quickly after all.
Is it...the train with millie?
steph looks a bit closer at the train. It has red spray paint sprayed over one side of the front car.
Yeah, it's the red one.
C'mon
They both rush to catch the train...
“You scratched up your head while trying to cover your ears, for example.”
she looks down at her hands which do have a small amount of blood on them and under her fingernails.
She doesn't understand, If they're not real than what is real? Is anything even real? If the demons aren't than everything that she's ever done has all been for nothing. If they're not real than all of this was an inescapable torture. All the fighting, lashing out, choking, stabbing, screaming, sobbing to make that pain stop...it was all....pointless?
Dusk gently takes Penko’s hands off of her head, one at a time.
she let's her, unintentionally leaning into the hug.
Dusk bursts into a run, though she can’t keep it up for too long.
millie runs after her.
Even the literal deer girl is getting tired at this point.
“There!”
millie looks to where she points and starts walking toward the town.
Oh hey
check it
a town
(Your narration isn’t usually this plain.)
HEY!
we'll go with they spot one after about an hour of walking.
And yet she’s happy anyway.
millie walks somewhat absent-mindedly along the tracks, only really walking because dusk is.
