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In The Zone ch.2She had been wondering in the dark for hours, now and was almost positive she was going in circles. She was about to give up and find a place to sleep when she saw a flicker out of the corner of her eye. Praying it wasn't a withdrawal symptom, she began to walk toward the light. The closer she got, the larger it got, and she vaguely wondered if she had died somewhere back in zone 1. After a few moment, she began to panic. 'What if I HAD died!' she thought, 'What if I'm just heading towards the pearly gates, where god will condemn me to hell for being disobedient! What will happen to my family My friends My-' she broke out into a sprint toward the light. She had to know, she had to see for herself.
When she had finally ran out of breath, and the exhaustion of a whole days walking and running began to get to her, she collapsed, head hitting the ground hard, and making her dizzy. "damn," she mumbled against the dirt and dust, tears that she had no strength to hold in anymore poured over h
In The ZoneEverything ached. Her feet, her legs, her shoulders, her neck, and no matter how hard she prayed for one, there was no tree, nor lake in site. Not even a pond. She glared at her map, hands shaking from BLI medication withdrawal, along with other unpleasant symptoms that almost made her to turn around. "Come on!" she groaned, stumbling to the side of the road for the car that wasn't really there. "I HAVE to be ATLEAST in zone 3 by now I've been walking for ages " She crumpled the map back under her arm, and wiped her forehead with her hand. Sighing, the 13 year old settled for shuffling the dirt as she walked and complaining to her self about the heat.
She had long since abandoned her jacket, and rolled her pants up as far as they could. She had half a mind to take off her shirt, too, but soon she saw a car wiz past, carrying maybe four people. She confirmed there was four, and Allison Harper couldn't help but stare as the killjoys passed her, literally blowing her
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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