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To the observer, she was just another nameless face, one more dead body in the crowd. If any of them could think like they had in life, you certainly couldn't tell just by looking at them. What drove them was blind instinct, nothing more. There were flashes of insight, every now and again, but these moments of inspiration were random, at best.
The larger one among the group was smart, though. He would figure things out and then teach the others what he'd learned. Like the gun. Once he had a grasp on how to use it, he'd noticed the smaller weapon she had strapped to her hip. It had only taken a nudge for her to remember, however vaguely, how to use it. It wasn't so much a conscious effort to recall as it was physical memory. Her body knew what to do, though its responses to her commands were sluggish at first.
As the days went by, her reaction time improved, slowly but surely. She was still slow, but she was getting sharper.
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Ever since they'd entered the city, she'd had a feeling that she should be looking for... something... someone...? Words were unfamiliar in most cases, but there was one that was always lingering on the edge of her consciousness, seemingly staring her right in the face. Demm... Demo... Demaaa... Sometimes she would try to articulate the sound, but she could never remember exactly what it was.
But it was there, morning, noon, and night. She might spend an eternity staring off into the distance, looking at nothing in particular while she tried to conjure up an image of the D-word, whatever it might be.
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She had broken off from the main force and was wandering aimlessly along the street when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Her head tilted to the side, gaze drifting lazily from the pavement to the entrance of a parking garage where a fire was blazing, full swing... when she saw it.
She didn't know how or why, but she knew it was him... De... Demo...
"DeMmmraa..." It didn't come out as clear as it should have, but it did make him look up. She raised her hand towards the bloodied and still-smoking figure.
They circled each other for several minutes before recognition sparked in his eyes. It was hazy for both of them, but they definitely knew one another. Or at least, they had been acquainted in a past life.
If anyone had seen the pair staggering off down the street, they might've thought it was just some couple who'd had too much to drink and were on their way home.
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"... I'd kill for you and eat the flesh. Give you the heart and burn the rest. A thousand miles ain't shit to walk if I'm walking to hold you, but I'll be just fine without you..." -Alkaline Trio, "Fine Without You"
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So, that's it. When I get an idea stuck in my head, it's hard to shake. That's when this kind of thing happens. . ; *goes back to hiding under her rock*
Anyhoo... BONUS POINTS if you know what movie Ophelia's nickname references! *hint: it's really, really obvious, or should be, provided you watch old cult movies* (*points at self* This is a woman who watches too much TCM Underground.)
