Pain (ii)

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Lorey POV (Dream World)

Catching the information that their pursuers were after her, Lorey began to run. The tents did not aid in her escape, their sharp shiny poles prodding her skin all along her body. Multiple times she tripped over the tent frames, stumbling back into a run and just like her body, her mind was racing. 

'Damn it all, fucking cold blooded killers. Shem's injured, I'm running, were fucked.'

She wanted nothing more than to turn around and go back to help Shem but that was not an option. 

'This is a tricky game, I have to keep them close enough so they don't go back to kill Shem but not too close otherwise I'm dead. I also have to keep making noise otherwise they will stop chasing me …

I also don't know where those silent fuckers are … god damnit.'

Her face displayed the same emotions as her internal monologue, depressed and resigned. But regardless she kept moving, pushing forwards for both of their survival. 

Lorey hissed in pain as one particularly deadly tent frame caught the skin on her shin, digging under it and ripping off about five inches of the skin before lodging into her flesh. 'Great, just what I needed!'

Gritting her teeth, she slowly lowered her leg while pulling up on the metal frame, thereby releasing her leg. Blood flowed from the scrape but she couldn't stop, only steel herself then continue forwards. 

By now she was used to the dark. The ever pressing force, constricting her being into something smaller, something insignificant. The disability of blindness, even though temporary, was a horrible experience. Nevertheless, she pushed onwards, no matter how hard it was on her mind there was only one way to survive. 

Continuing for a few more minutes she noticed something odd as she paused to catch her breath. 

'It's completely silent!'

The gunshots and grunts that previously echoed in the background throughout the large, circus-like tent had completely fallen silent. Although these sounds had become background noise to Lorey, she still could not hear them no matter how much she strained her ears. 

Puzzled, she paused for a few more moments, attempting to find any source of audible stimulation. Just as she was about to move from her spot, a gun appeared in her field of view. The gun in question was pressed against the tent from the inside, aiming directly at her head. A pair of eyes could also be discerned, the whiteness of the sclera shining through the sheer tent fabric. 

Ducking instinctively the shot rang out, tearing through the tent fabric and whizzing by where her head used to be. A groan could be made out from behind her but that didn't matter.

'WHAT THE FUCK?!?!'

The gun changed positions, aiming for her once again, but she was already running forwards. Lorey quickly raced into the gloom, making it out of their line of sight. As a result she was not shot at again, but not taking any chances she ran off as fast as possible.

After running for thirty seconds she doubled over, panting in exhaustion and fear, her emotions surfacing.

'Holllly shit! I almost died AGAIN!' 

Tears welled in her eyes as her shoulders shook from emotional exhaustion. All the anxiety, terror and fear catching up to her. 'Fuck this shit, I just want to rest.'

Having contorted her face, snot bubbled in her nose and the first tear was about to slip once more, the world shone with light.