A darkness darker than night2/22/2024 ![]() ![]() It misses the brick facade of the store we’re in front of by inches. I will never be in the mindset to live past this, if Brigit is dead.Ī familiar black SUV jumps over the sidewalk curb in front of me. What, if she’s dead? I make a vague decision to throw myself off the roof, if that’s the case. I don’t have a plan, other than to get to the hospital. ![]() Three fire trucks speed by, sirens screaming, lights painting us in red and white. I’m crossing intersection after intersection, hardly looking, and no one is looking for me. I would give anything for Brigit to hold on that tightly. A blink transforms her back into Brigit but my gut twists, my heart stops. I steal a look at her eyes and all of me jolts in an embarrassing involuntary startle because it’s not her, it’s Katie, it’s Katie, bleeding out all over my shirt in her red dress. ![]() Her face was left untouched by the apocalypse we lived through. She was helping before, in the way that a person will help you carry them if they’re conscious. How long is the walk to the hospital? Twenty minutes, if I hurry, but the horrifying truth is that Brigit is getting heavier. I don’t know where they are and my bloodied, thrashing heart has ceased to function in a way that will let me think. There are so many women at Olympus and I only saw three, three in the ballroom. The sirens begin at the end of the block. More fire catches with every step I take. Whatever took out the back half will be lighting the rest ablaze. Something explodes behind us and I know it’s the building. It won’t go away until it does and then the air around us is a riot of noise. My ears ring, a flat tone that won’t go away no matter how much I shake my head. If dead Reya had only been a hallucination then Brigit wouldn’t have tried to save her.īrigit tried to save her, and then I walked her back to her death. For a moment I feel a wild, pulsing hope, but it’s gone in a flash. Up ahead, in the dark of the street, a shadow runs away from me dressed like Reya. Tiny shards of glass? I have no idea and I don’t care. She is especially fucked and the hot blood on my hands and sleeves underscores the point. The moment Brigit’s hand drops away from my face, I know I’m fucked. ![]()
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