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Discordia – 000
Prelude
Erratic heart rate.
Accelerated breathing.
Wide, frightened eyes.
All signs of panic and frenzy (have to escape nownownownow). Ears picked up the sounds of approaching zip boards and quickly it brought a hand up to cover it's own mouth. As if that would stop the sound of its own breathing. Maybe it did stop breathing. Holding it's breath for that moment. A moment that seemed to drag on forever as the team of frantically searching viral binomes flew overhead. The figure could feel the muscles in it's legs and arms tense and start to cramp in that crouching position. Stress and panic had kept it there in that spot for seconds. The surroundings it found itself in were foreign. The figure hadn't expected for it to be this difficult to navigate outside the Silicon Tor.
More so, it didn't expect the amount of vast destruction. Debris from fallen buildings. Small fires that never really got a chance to stop burning, or rather, there was little or no binobes to do the job. Nulls scurrying around every corner, not even a shadow of their former selves. The scene painted before any moral person's eyes was hard to take in, hard to look at. The city seemed to personify the suffering of those living within it's borders. The distant terrified screams and pained moans were hard to ignore. However the figure could not afford to distract itself with such things now. (I've come too far – cantgetcaughtnow)
Virals were littered all over the sector. To say Megabyte's displeasure was known quite possibility was the understatement of the hour. His voice still rang clearly in the runaway's ears, and it caused a shudder to race up and down its spine. (Fear – it brings us back to the most primal of instincts)
The figure was almost undetectable amongst the shadows cast by debris.
Keyword being...Almost.
"There!"
Heart almost stopped.
A beat.
"Grab her!"
Then charging out of the shadows the girl ran.
And didn't stop.
All the virals could see was her retreating back before she ducked into another allyway.
"Don't just stand there! After her!"
"Yes sir!" a number of binomes replied
Even with adrenaline pumping, she ran the events of the last few nanoseconds through her mind. ---Running as fast as her legs could carry her, not daring to stop for a moment, twisting and turning down the halls of the Silicon Tor. Away from that place. She'd been planning this escape for an age. She wasn't going to give in now. She wouldn't, couldn't fail. Even the shrill voice of the Doctor calling after her, calling for guards, him, she didn't pause. No hesitation.
Don't look back – Never look back.---
--Back to the present, she may have memorized the layout for the Tor, but nothing could prepare her for what the outside world held.
She'd never been outside before.
With that thought...
...She smiled.
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End 000