Blood pooled at the edge of her lip, dripping downward to the bottom of her chin. Despite her lungs heaving to breathe in fresh air, toxicity seemed to flow through her veins, dragging her to the ground with each heavy step.
The barren city of Chicago never felt like less of a home to her than now, the sun beat down onto her burning back in such an unfamiliar way. Drowsiness pricked at her sleep deprived brain, dehydration gripped at her throat, and famine tore apart her stomach as she pressed on to the outskirts of the plagued city.
Abruptly, she clasped her side feeling as though knives were digging into her skin. She pulled her hand shakily up from her hip, all at once her eyes clouded with fear and terror. Crimson dripped slowly from her fingertips as the shock set in. Collapsing onto her knees, not having enough time to feel relieved off her feet, she fell to her side wrapping her arm around her hip, desperately trying to cover the gaping hole of flesh she discovered protruding from what used to be the right flank of her body.
All at once, it happened.
As though a blissful silence washed over her body.
Her heart stopped beating.
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Plague Renegade (Being revamped, again)
Adventure"Blood pooled at the edge of her lip, dripping down to the bottom of her chin. Despite her lungs heaving to breathe in fresh air, toxicity seemed to flow through her veins, dragging her to the ground with each heavy step. The barren city of Chicago...
