pain emanates from all directions. shots embedding in the flesh of her upper thigh, below the shoulder, just beneath the collar bone. everything STINGS. she can hear the HAIL of fire around her, hear lead ricochet off concrete and stray to embed in the jersey barrier they pin her behind. pistol is nearly emptied at her side. it isn’t enough, she knows. it doesn’t matter. she can’t WALK.
signalling fall against the silence of her comm. she waits, tries again and hears NOTHING from the other end. the rest of her team must be dead or soon to be. or else her ear piece took a bigger HIT than she’d anticipated. and that only meant it would be her HER corpse in the streets, not theirs. she doesn’t think that sounds much better.
palm presses against blood stained thigh, head lulling to one side. her hands are cold, soaking the warmth of fresh plasma as it spill between unsteady hands. her eyes are only closed a moment when she hears the world silence to FOOTSTEPS that halt before her.
@spacetol + FUCK ME UP
