[We. It always becomes a we somewhere, doesn't it? She hopes she doesn't regret this. She doesn't have a choice. Deep down, she knows the truth: she could bolt in a different direction, sure, but she doesn't want to be alone anymore. She's spent what's felt like hours, maybe days, alone in this place. It felt like dying.]
[Not that she'd know what dying feels like.]
[She nods, quick as she can, before darting toward the nearest open doorway. Her hands ache, and if she's injured... fuck. She doesn't know what to think. She doesn't know what to do, but she can't let herself panic. So she just keeps running, not letting herself cradle her aching hand.]
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[Not that she'd know what dying feels like.]
[She nods, quick as she can, before darting toward the nearest open doorway. Her hands ache, and if she's injured... fuck. She doesn't know what to think. She doesn't know what to do, but she can't let herself panic. So she just keeps running, not letting herself cradle her aching hand.]