Half an hour after the events in the last post,
I was trying to visit Duckling.
You could guess how it went...
West argued against it but I screamed at him.
I needed to see him one time before I left.
I needed to tell him it was going to be okay.
Even if it was not.
I walked into the hallway,
and Trent was there...
He stabbed me with a spear.
That bastard Fracture.
He stood over me.
"It's over, Ember."
It will be over when I am dead.
I would not accept it.
It was then that West pushed Fracture to the side...
It all went so fast.
Tugging the spear out.
Opening Duckling's door.
Seeing a bomb on the bed.
Twisting to run.
It was like...
A deep thud against your chest,
then your ears hurt and
then it all sounded like bells in my ear.
Drowning out everything.
I had managed to get out of the doorway in time.
Then West was pulling me out of the building down the fire escape.
I'd managed to get to my feet.
I could feel the occasional clang.
I suppose they were bullets.
Then we made it to the car.
We stayed in a motel for a couple of days.
Let me get my hearing back to a degree.
Now we are travelling.
We are travelling a long way.
Everything still hurts.
But I am getting better.
I need to get better.