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Nightmare Contact
She was running, one foot placed infront of the other. There was a strange
buzzing, the rush of voices, the heavy rhythm of footsteps. It was almost
like running blind. Blind instinct. Nothing mattered but the simple action
of movement. Each step taking her further away from the rising chaos behind.
Escape, she needed to escape. Then everything
happened at once. There was a sudden quiet, and then a loud explosion rent the air. Something rammed into her side. She was lifted up. All around her there was movement and violence, yet she seemed surrounded in a small bubble. Everything else was happening in slow motion. The force of the blast was taking her higher and higher. She was flying then, almost abruptly, the cushion of air disappeared and she began to fall. Maybe she was unconscious for a moment. She wasn't aware of landing, just a sudden sensation of pain, then total blackness. |
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