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Spock - At Some Point To Be Decided Later
Apr. 20th, 2013 12:57 amZoe is in a corner of the room, her back against a wall, her legs pulled as close to herself as possible. Her communicator is in her pocket, and if she could, right now, manage to move, she might get it out and call for help.
The whole room is on fire.
Not all of it all at once. Fire is spraying out of the floor, and of the walls, at random intervals, in random places, but for now, never towards her corner of the room. She knows it's only a matter of time. She's been trying to figure out if there was a pattern to when it came out where, but so far, she's got nothing.
She's gone through worse. She stayed there and let the fire burn, in the body of the U-87. This is nothing.
And yet she can't bring herself to move. She can feel the fire licking up her skin. She can't breathe right anymore, tucked away in her corner. She feels like she is five again. There is no angel to help her this time around, and there are tears streaming down her cheeks. Tears she can't help.
She feels like she is five again, and there is no angel to help her.
The whole room is on fire.
Not all of it all at once. Fire is spraying out of the floor, and of the walls, at random intervals, in random places, but for now, never towards her corner of the room. She knows it's only a matter of time. She's been trying to figure out if there was a pattern to when it came out where, but so far, she's got nothing.
She's gone through worse. She stayed there and let the fire burn, in the body of the U-87. This is nothing.
And yet she can't bring herself to move. She can feel the fire licking up her skin. She can't breathe right anymore, tucked away in her corner. She feels like she is five again. There is no angel to help her this time around, and there are tears streaming down her cheeks. Tears she can't help.
She feels like she is five again, and there is no angel to help her.
