Bridget Black

The Incident

You would think by now I would be used to the routine. The stealth like maneuvers to conceal ourselves, timed down nearly to the second. The painfully slow navigations we took to find the safe and hidden spots to rest, knowing fully well that we would only have a short time to allow our eyes to remain closed. The constant need for movement was evident, as if we were the actual blood within our own veins, pumping endlessly to keep the very core of our ourselves going.