-- round one.

[throngs]

NIGHT ONE. NIGHT TWO. NIGHT THREE.

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india | night 1

[osservare]

[it had been so obviously wrong when she had woken up. it was metal and chill, not the warm life that she had seen when she'd pulled over for a nap. (New York had been far. Now it was farther still.) the breeze through the fields had lulled her to sleep, and now this project.

there are so many questions she has, but cannot ask. answers that may lie in being quiet, in working to survive so that she can win. so she puts on the mask, and she starts to move.

a piece of old metal, rusted and jagged, she manages to break off from a wall by using the blanket to shield her hands. that gets tucked into the pack as well, just in case, she thinks.

and more importantly, she has to keep moving. the faster she gets to the center, the faster she can rest.

even with care, though, her movements echo more than she'd like. metal screeches when she pushes open one of the doors, and she winces below the mask. a pause for a moment, to listen and find out if someone--or something--was close by.]