08-19-2018, 02:54 PM
She felt like she had been walking for an eternity.
She knew such a time length didn't exist. Nothing went on for eternity, and eternity itself didn't last. Everything ended, one way or another. She wished her time with her former group hadn't, though. It had all happened so quickly, it was all blurred, but she knew what had happened was a good thing. They called themselves the Rebels, and at first she was scared of them with such a name, but quickly realized that they were actually the good guys in it all. It didn't take much convincing for her to join them.
Her eyes lift towards the sky, not a cloud in sight as the sun beat down on the waves of golden sand that seemed to stretch on for miles. She would do anything for at least a little bit of shade from the heat, her body weak and covered in sweat underneath her pelt. She was made for warm temperatures, but not this hot, nor with such little water. Speaking of, her mouth was dry, her tongue feeling like a sheet of sand paper against the inside of her cheeks.
Cosette sighed, the simple action causing her to go into a small coughing fit. She didn't want to die out here. She had tried not to think about it earlier, but now, the panic was swelling in her chest. She didn't want to die. But would her death even matter? There was none to miss her, not anymore. They were all gone, or didn't even know she was still alive. So, simply put, it wouldn't matter in the least if she died out here. She would be a faceless body out in the middle of the desert.
But even with all of that, the selfish desire to continue living was there, the last bits of her instincts urging her to try and press on. She did, groggily trudging forward, and noticed the tops of trees peering over the horizon. Her eyes widened, her energy reignited as she picked up her pace the most she could, half-limping through the sand. It didn't last long, and soon she found herself tumbling onto the border, face buried and barely clinging onto consciousness.
She knew such a time length didn't exist. Nothing went on for eternity, and eternity itself didn't last. Everything ended, one way or another. She wished her time with her former group hadn't, though. It had all happened so quickly, it was all blurred, but she knew what had happened was a good thing. They called themselves the Rebels, and at first she was scared of them with such a name, but quickly realized that they were actually the good guys in it all. It didn't take much convincing for her to join them.
Her eyes lift towards the sky, not a cloud in sight as the sun beat down on the waves of golden sand that seemed to stretch on for miles. She would do anything for at least a little bit of shade from the heat, her body weak and covered in sweat underneath her pelt. She was made for warm temperatures, but not this hot, nor with such little water. Speaking of, her mouth was dry, her tongue feeling like a sheet of sand paper against the inside of her cheeks.
Cosette sighed, the simple action causing her to go into a small coughing fit. She didn't want to die out here. She had tried not to think about it earlier, but now, the panic was swelling in her chest. She didn't want to die. But would her death even matter? There was none to miss her, not anymore. They were all gone, or didn't even know she was still alive. So, simply put, it wouldn't matter in the least if she died out here. She would be a faceless body out in the middle of the desert.
But even with all of that, the selfish desire to continue living was there, the last bits of her instincts urging her to try and press on. She did, groggily trudging forward, and noticed the tops of trees peering over the horizon. Her eyes widened, her energy reignited as she picked up her pace the most she could, half-limping through the sand. It didn't last long, and soon she found herself tumbling onto the border, face buried and barely clinging onto consciousness.
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