I haven't felt such a surge of pure terror since just before the time I actually was shot, and it takes me some time before I'm calm enough to take stock and answer. My ankle stings where the vine grabbed me and the cut on my hand is still dripping blood, but it's small and nothing to be concerned about. "I think I'm fine."
I take off my scarf and wrap the silk around my hand. The second I'm done, I resume my grip on John. I don't feel comfortable letting go of him at all, not when there's a risk of being attacked by vines and men who don't even speak a language any of us seem to understand.
"What is this? Where did it come from? And why?"
My voice is shaking, but I hope I might be less terrified if I were less confused.
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Date: 2012-10-22 03:16 pm (UTC)I take off my scarf and wrap the silk around my hand. The second I'm done, I resume my grip on John. I don't feel comfortable letting go of him at all, not when there's a risk of being attacked by vines and men who don't even speak a language any of us seem to understand.
"What is this? Where did it come from? And why?"
My voice is shaking, but I hope I might be less terrified if I were less confused.