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Updated: 4/12 for slight typo/word problem
Chapter Twenty-Six
(Fin's POV)
I stop again. I'm doing that way too much now.
I need to lean heavily against the tree next to me, try to keep the forest floor under my feet from moving. I curse under my breath when the sky decides to join it's lazy spin instead.
A twig snaps under someone's weight.
"Seraphim."
No.
I jerk around, stumble with the world still spinning on me...can't focus...
"God Damnit Girl." He walks toward me faster than I can back away. Especially after I catch my heel on an exposed tree root behind me. Fire shoots up my leg instantly replacing the numbness in that limb.
A hissed curse slips out as I have to slap one hand out against the tree bark beside me to keep my balance, stumbling back another step.
"I'm fine." It sounds weak even in my ears.
"Like Hell you are." He's right on top of me now; taking my bow out of my hand faster than I can react.
I try to pull away, but my exhaustion is far more serious then I realized. My reaction time is severely compromised.
I stumble backwards again, curse when he grabs my arm to steady me. I curse again when I look up, take in the expression on his face.
"Please, just go." I need to get away from him; before I pass out…which is probably going to be any second now judging by my swimmy vision.
But he's not going, just the opposite.
His hand reaches up to cup my face; too close…I jerk back, have to slap my hand out again to steady myself as my world tilts at an odd angle. I'm certain I must be falling; until I realize it's because he's bent to pick me up a split second later.
He ignores my protest except for a quick sharp bark of "Quit," when I try to pull away from his chest.
He starts to walk; taking me back towards the others...
I can't let him do that, there's too much chance someone will see…and if it happens in my current state…if I pass out defenseless in the group with a bite mark on my neck they could all decide to put a bullet in my brain before I can get away...
"Don't take me back there, please." I can't stop my fingers from fisting in his shirt though.
Being carried isn't much better than walking it seems. I have to struggle against the spinning; fight the darkness creeping around the edges of my vision…
"You're never going back there. You're safe now."
He doesn't get it…doesn't understand and I can't explain it; can't get away because my vision is blurring again…darkening at the edges...
and then it gets blessedly quiet and very dark.
:: Walking Dead ::