*A crumpled cloak in the furthest seat. A shadow in the corner, she is forgotten, unseen.*

*UNWILLING. They persist in their abduction. Sedated and cuffed, she is thrown in with the others. The carts of humans grow.*

*They march forward on, ever through the fog.*

COWER !!

*Soup ladles and torn mittens.*

*It’s different, now. That’s what they say.*

*It’s easier to breathe now, maybe.*

*The cool wind over the hot mountains. The sliver of life trickles along the riverbanks. Clear-rimmed masks glare the evening’s smoulder.*

so much MURMURING.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit....!!

*NOT WhERe SHE ShOULD BE!!*

*From this world, or next, a slit reveals a broken realm. A tattered creature falls through. Limp, it cowers as the silence of screams, torment, and bullets is deafening.*

*Disbelief, as it is. Surely, this is just a continuation of the nightmare. And so she lays under a thorned bush, the sting of needles a welcomed embrace. She waits to be collected, for them to return.*

*And when they don't return, and her blood has dried, she sits up. She chances a peek up at the sky beyond the mountainous trees. It isn't red. It's black. It doesn't have the million twinkles of ships, coming and going. This isn't the hellscape.*

*Back, where she is meant to be...? But even There, Then, she was persecuted, tortured, and locked away...... So she weeps, hands over her ears to drown out the silence.*

*She wakens the next day to the sound of motors. She hides, quivering. They've found her.*

*Several minutes or hours pass, and she isn't grabbed. She's confused. She rises from the bush, and looks around her. There is a well-manicured trail that winds to a nearby road. On it, cars. She blinks in confusion.*

*Slowly, it dawns on her. Her hellscape has ended.*

F-f-f-f-f-f-fuck it ALL.

Seven, eight, ease the divide to subjugate.