[ An ocean. The dead. Her heart sinks. There's nothing like that anywhere in sight. She's already tried to walk away from the blob, and she doesn't really get anywhere -- certainly not far enough for there to be an ocean or bodies, or anything that isn't just the dirt and the blob.
The sky is otherwise empty. The clouds don't even move.
As always, when she's most lost, Julie resorts to dry, dark humor. Clings to the last shreds of her sanity with it. ]
I bet at least the dead don't make an earthquake every few minutes.
[ Another bottle of vodka appears in her hand. She takes a drink. ]
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The sky is otherwise empty. The clouds don't even move.
As always, when she's most lost, Julie resorts to dry, dark humor. Clings to the last shreds of her sanity with it. ]
I bet at least the dead don't make an earthquake every few minutes.
[ Another bottle of vodka appears in her hand. She takes a drink. ]