Chapter 63

Despair

Even as she ran for her life, it was all she could feel.

Not self preservation, not hope, not optimism.

She was running on instinct, not caring where she ran.

After running for what felt like forever, she collapsed in exhaustion and slipped into slumber. And for a long while she was blissfully unconscious. She didn’t feel anything, she didn’t remember anything and she wanted to stay like this forever.

Until something rudely poked her in her side. And in a half delirious state she dismissed it thinking it was just her mate coming back from foraging. Would it kill him to not poke me?

She suddenly remembered. He’s dead. They all were.

She instinctually tried to stand up and run thinking it was a predator, but she immediately collapsed.

It wasn’t even the exhaustion’s fault. The memories hit her. And they hit her hard.

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She cried. She cried for a long while.

Mewling, screaming, whining.

There was no need for quiet. If a predator found her and decided she looked appetizing she welcomed it. She just wanted these feelings to go away.

When she finally stopped she looked around through her aching eyes. She had no idea where she was. There were no birds chirping, no insects buzzing. They must have all ran away like she did.

Curiously there was water all over. Rain? She looked up. No clouds in sight. Where was all this water coming from?

She looked down and noticed mushrooms surrounding her. Then she noticed the white stuff barely poking out of the ground in between the grasses.

They were all releasing water.

She blinked. Nothing in the world made sense anymore. So she closed her eyes and fell into unconsciousness once again.

Then. A poke in her ribs again. This time she didn’t even bother to open her eyes.

What was the point?

The poking was annoying but she could ignore it.

Until it got so annoying it wouldn’t let her go back to sleep, she opened her eyes and looked at the spot where the thing was poking her.

It was … a white thing poking out from the ground, kind of like the other ones she saw scattered around the area. This one was long and felt stiffer than those looked though.

She found herself contentedly apathetic to the world, but a flicker of curiosity got the better of her.

Must be a plant. But why was it poking her?

She looked around once more… the mushrooms where gone. Even the other white stuff she saw poking above ground was gone. Tension creeped into her muscles. Until she remembered it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

She looked down intending to find another comfortable spot but was surprised to find a puddle of water right by her mouth.

That definitely wasn’t there before. She took a sniff. Definitely water. She took a drink, long past caring what was even happening anymore and drifted off into sleep again, white thing poking her be damned.