[ Part of this district was spared, and with its residents wealthy enough to go elsewhere, it's entirely abandoned even if some of the houses remain standing. Ciri knows it's unlikely the water she finds will be fresh, or that the pipes have not been broken, but she's hoping that she'll at least find some towels or cloths to wipe down with, or a shirt to change into.
She's already begun peeling off her blouse, nose scrunched up at the mess of it. She's usually not so messy, but the fight earlier (if it could be called a fight) had been-- it hadn't been a usual thing, in her defense, and none of the last few days have been usual either.
That feeling clings to her like the disgusting old blood on her hands. The wrongness. It isn't even the dead in the street that bother her, but something she can't place. The thing that's been in her head since that dream, the visions out of the corner of her eye, the way she blinks sometimes and sees someone on the street with their bones exposed or guts falling out, and she blinks again and it's gone.
Ciri knows by know she's not the only one. She knows the Singularity (what else could it be?) has fucked them all once again. There's nothing to be done but wait it out. Same as the last nightmare.
Then she hears the creak of the door. Footsteps.
She pulls away from the closet and makes for the bed in the room she's looking through, where she's left her sword. ]
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She's already begun peeling off her blouse, nose scrunched up at the mess of it. She's usually not so messy, but the fight earlier (if it could be called a fight) had been-- it hadn't been a usual thing, in her defense, and none of the last few days have been usual either.
That feeling clings to her like the disgusting old blood on her hands. The wrongness. It isn't even the dead in the street that bother her, but something she can't place. The thing that's been in her head since that dream, the visions out of the corner of her eye, the way she blinks sometimes and sees someone on the street with their bones exposed or guts falling out, and she blinks again and it's gone.
Ciri knows by know she's not the only one. She knows the Singularity (what else could it be?) has fucked them all once again. There's nothing to be done but wait it out. Same as the last nightmare.
Then she hears the creak of the door. Footsteps.
She pulls away from the closet and makes for the bed in the room she's looking through, where she's left her sword. ]