It was quiet. So very quiet.
Blood caked over one eyelid, making it nearly impossible to open. The air around her was cold, almost sterile in a way that made her skin crawl. The aether in the air around her was odd, different, something was… off.
Where was she?
Eme. Where was Eme? And Rose? Booshie? The night was a blur, and her head was pounding.
A blood-curdling scream ripped through the room, crawling up her spine so that the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up on their ends. And then it came, the pain.
The kick force the air from her lungs with such force she was uncertain she would ever have the strength to inhale again. She sputtered, gasping for air as the pressure from the kick to her gut released. Silent, heavy footsteps moved away from her.
And then it was quiet again.
(( @healeremeline @rosettevaleria @da-boosh ))
