'Cause We Are Young and We Are Sick

[MethodicalSlacker]

Pistons firing, engine revving, Kitty pulled Seb with all her might. Gunfire cracked around behind her, hot on her heels, driving her to keep on pulling. Seb's hand dragged through the grass, his fingers catching on bumps of dirt and pebbles. His shoes kicked up a thin layer of dust as they skidded across the ground. Kitty's pants had holes in the knees, and if she didn't find a better way to carry Seb out of here, she'd have holes in her own knees too. Cuts and scrapes were already starting to take shape on her legs, raw and screaming into the open air.

The bullets stopped flying for a few moments. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miranda take off with Seb's bag. Kitty grimaced, and tried to pull harder, but Seb's foot had taken hold in a small dip in the ground. She yanked at him, but he wouldn't budge. Her knees crying out in pain, she got up in a squatting position with her toes on the ground and tried to tug him over her shoulder.

Something in Kitty's leg gave, and she slipped, clutching at her right arm as she fell. It was almost as if something had ripped in there. Arms didn't just rip, did they?

She definitely couldn't lift him now.

With a glance back over her shoulder, she saw that she hadn't even made it all that far to begin with. She was still near the tar pits, and the spot where Kasumi had died was still very, very visible. An acute pain was spreading through her arm that made it hard to look at the sun. How had everything gone to shit so quickly? She didn't think she could answer with any answer that wasn't herself. If she hadn't spaced out while Miranda and Seb had argued, then Seb would still be alive. Nobody could convince her otherwise, if there was anyone left who would dare to try.

With what little strength she had left, she managed to lift herself to her feet. A girl was sitting next to Kasumi's dead body. She was asking for help.

Kitty couldn't find anything to say to her.

"I'd love to," came the words from her mouth.

She looked at the two for a few moments. Then, she dejectedly turned away, and started limping towards nothing in particular. Wherever it was, it wasn't here. That's all that mattered. Straight faced and nauseous was how she went, a great big nothing weighing down her back.

She didn't feel like herself anymore as she shambled off into the unknown.

[Kitty Gittschall continued elsewhere.]

[Cake]

Oh well.

[[Wendy Fischer Continued to: Carp Diem.]]