06-01-2018, 03:53 AM
Barbedwire grumbled; the ground beneath her feet had been hideously marshy for the past couple of hours, and the mud that squelched between her toes sounded nearly as miserable as she felt. Barb languished in the humid air, her tongue lolling, her eyes drifting in and out of focus as she tried to keep her mind on her surroundings but could only think of rest, of water.
With a sigh, she stopped, dropping herself unceremoniously onto the ground. The mess was only a small annoyance--at least, she tried to tell herself that. She was dirty literally all the time, almost couldn't remember a time she'd been completely clean. But this was somehow different, the clumping mud more urgent than the thick film of dust that coated her homeland.
"Fuck this," she spat, staring daggers into the earth. "The second I find some water, I'm gonna fucking... I'm gonna drink half a lake, dirty the rest of it getting clean, and then I'm gonna kill whatever bastards were living in it. Ugh, mark my words, if I get out of here alive..." She trailed off, not actually having anything to mark--just thinking that it sounded good to demand that the hypothetical listener mark her words.
She sat for a moment in silence, clawing marks in the dirt, before she heaved herself to her feet. If she didn't move forward, she'd die here, and what could be worse than dying in this hellhole?
With a sigh, she stopped, dropping herself unceremoniously onto the ground. The mess was only a small annoyance--at least, she tried to tell herself that. She was dirty literally all the time, almost couldn't remember a time she'd been completely clean. But this was somehow different, the clumping mud more urgent than the thick film of dust that coated her homeland.
"Fuck this," she spat, staring daggers into the earth. "The second I find some water, I'm gonna fucking... I'm gonna drink half a lake, dirty the rest of it getting clean, and then I'm gonna kill whatever bastards were living in it. Ugh, mark my words, if I get out of here alive..." She trailed off, not actually having anything to mark--just thinking that it sounded good to demand that the hypothetical listener mark her words.
She sat for a moment in silence, clawing marks in the dirt, before she heaved herself to her feet. If she didn't move forward, she'd die here, and what could be worse than dying in this hellhole?