Written on May 13, 2015
There had been a kind of timeless darkness that she had found herself suspended in. None of her senses worked. Her mind barely worked; she couldn't perceive any passage of time, but she wasn't bored. It was like that intermediate state between a dream and consciousness. Eventually she found herself awakening from this darkness. It began as a dull roar of noise; it got brighter and brighter, yellowy light emanating from nowhere in particular but filling the space around her completely. Finally she was jolted to full awareness by a sharp bang- the foreign brain she found her mind shoved into told her it was the sound of a gunshot. She could suddenly feel, she could hear, and when she opened her eyes she found she could see. But all she could feel was cold, hard wet ground beneath her. Concrete? All she could hear was the sound of fading footsteps and pained breaths next to her. When she opened her eyes she saw darkness, but not the same darkness she'd inhabited for- how long had it been? It was instead a natural darkness, illuminated faintly by the tiniest sliver of moon in the sky. It cast even darker shadows behind- was that a warehouse over there? It penetrated mere inches of the waves rolling gently below the nearby pier. And it lit the face of the woman lying on the ground next to her, struggling to breathe given the leaking bullet wound on the right side of her chest (probably puncturing a lung, if not worse). The blood soaking into her shirt hardly looked red in the darkness, but rather a stark, oily black. The Dying Woman reached for her as she sat up, breath slowing. The Woman's last and only word before her head slumped to the ground was a name; "Olivia!"
She stared at the Woman's lifeless face with a single thought. Who the hell is Olivia?
She stared at the Woman's lifeless face with a single thought. Who the hell is Olivia?