It goes bad. Hell on Earth spinning through every path they choose, every move they try to make. It gets worse and every time Gabe thinks they’ve found the bottom, God or what the fuck ever just keeps digging.
He scrubs at his face. The whole goddamn earth smells like fire even though the bombs have stopped falling. But he can still taste the grease in his throat. Feel it caked on his skin even when Mancea’s not saying that shit. They’re out of the city proper but they’ve got little in the way of supplies and they’ve been separated from the group. And they’ve taken injuries.
Vickers won’t wake up, is the thing. She keeps making these horrible wheezing noises when she breathes, like there’s something stuck in her lungs. There’s not much they can do with her. Gabe’s rudimentary medical training didn’t cover smoke inhalation. He fears, quietly, that she’s dying.
“We’ll take shifts staying up with her,” Gabe says finally. So they’ll hear it if she dies and won’t wake up to a rotter in their midst. “What’s God saying, Andrei?”
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Date: 2025-12-21 11:23 pm (UTC)He scrubs at his face. The whole goddamn earth smells like fire even though the bombs have stopped falling. But he can still taste the grease in his throat. Feel it caked on his skin even when Mancea’s not saying that shit. They’re out of the city proper but they’ve got little in the way of supplies and they’ve been separated from the group. And they’ve taken injuries.
Vickers won’t wake up, is the thing. She keeps making these horrible wheezing noises when she breathes, like there’s something stuck in her lungs. There’s not much they can do with her. Gabe’s rudimentary medical training didn’t cover smoke inhalation. He fears, quietly, that she’s dying.
“We’ll take shifts staying up with her,” Gabe says finally. So they’ll hear it if she dies and won’t wake up to a rotter in their midst. “What’s God saying, Andrei?”
This part is new. It worries him.