This is a kind of drabble series that's AU.
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STRENGTH
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Blood ran down her arm as she gasped for air. It felt like a snake was coiled around her throat, squeezing tighter and tighter. Her body was slowly turning numb, her vision blurring into dull colours. She stumbled down the empty hallway, the thud, thud, thud of her boots echoing off the walls. She had live. She had to survive. She couldn't die in a place like this.
Thud, thud, thud ...
The smoke didn't help her. It made her attempts of breathing even more laboured, more unsuccessful. But she kept going. There was no choice – she had to live.
Thud, thud, thud ...
There was so much she needed to do, to say, to experience. She wouldn't die. A promise was a promise and she always kept her promises. She would find a way to live, regardless of what state she was in or where she was. She wouldn't die!
Thud, thud, thud ...
The colours were fading, turning grey. She couldn't feel the blood running down her arm any more or her feet as they shuffled over the debris and dirt. Everything was fading. Blackness was invading.
Thud ... thud ... thud ...
No, she wouldn't ... give up. She wouldn't die ...
Then everything went dark.