[ It hurts more the second time, the delicate flesh newly mangled by a fresh bite. It makes the punctured skin around the first wound slide a little, and if she survives, it's going to be a disgusting mess to clean. If she dies, she'll come back whole, but it'll be a phantom ache, adding to the compounded injury and horror.
That "if" seems more likely. When Evan rounds the corner, she must look like a rabbit caught in a trap or a cat eager to chew its own limb off. Another nail has chipped from the desperate scrabbling, and her fingers are bloody when they try to tease the trap open. Her flashlight is a weapon, one to be mindful of. She doesn't go for it yet. ]
Yeah. I don't bullshit. [ She spits out, voice radiating fury. Eyes too, agitated and pained and furious. ] I said I would, and I did. Even found them.
[ Stolen from a dead man. Maybe she should have slid them on even though they're filthy and rank and need to get dunked in the pond. If she had, it'd hurt less, but she'd still be caught. ]
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That "if" seems more likely. When Evan rounds the corner, she must look like a rabbit caught in a trap or a cat eager to chew its own limb off. Another nail has chipped from the desperate scrabbling, and her fingers are bloody when they try to tease the trap open. Her flashlight is a weapon, one to be mindful of. She doesn't go for it yet. ]
Yeah. I don't bullshit. [ She spits out, voice radiating fury. Eyes too, agitated and pained and furious. ] I said I would, and I did. Even found them.
[ Stolen from a dead man. Maybe she should have slid them on even though they're filthy and rank and need to get dunked in the pond. If she had, it'd hurt less, but she'd still be caught. ]