[ Running until she couldn't anymore, the best place to drop down was near the outskirts of the camp, not feeling the uneven ground when her knees hit. The evening sun was beginning to drop off. Elena didn't care about the drop in temperature or the fact that nightfall was close on the heels of the setting sun. She was too busy leaning forward and pressing her left arm to stomach, the quick and gasping breaths near making her sick.
Trying hard to get her breathing under control, it felt impossible.
The panic was real, it was sinking its claws in deeper.
The glow of her TAB came up. The directory was a blur. She was sure Nate could get someone else to watch the kids. She was shaking so much that the device slipped from her hand and showed her at a crooked angle. The beeping that signaled the call being made barely came through the sound of blood pounding in her ears; everything felt like it was going in slow-motion in spite of how frantic she really felt.
The sling at her neck felt heavy. Elena struggles with it, breaths gasping and short, panicked.
It's like her body's fighting her, like her lungs are refusing to accept the air she's trying to draw in. There's nothing out here to stop her from hyperventilating, nothing to ground her.
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[ Running until she couldn't anymore, the best place to drop down was near the outskirts of the camp, not feeling the uneven ground when her knees hit. The evening sun was beginning to drop off. Elena didn't care about the drop in temperature or the fact that nightfall was close on the heels of the setting sun. She was too busy leaning forward and pressing her left arm to stomach, the quick and gasping breaths near making her sick.
Trying hard to get her breathing under control, it felt impossible.
The panic was real, it was sinking its claws in deeper.
The glow of her TAB came up. The directory was a blur. She was sure Nate could get someone else to watch the kids. She was shaking so much that the device slipped from her hand and showed her at a crooked angle. The beeping that signaled the call being made barely came through the sound of blood pounding in her ears; everything felt like it was going in slow-motion in spite of how frantic she really felt.
The sling at her neck felt heavy. Elena struggles with it, breaths gasping and short, panicked.
It's like her body's fighting her, like her lungs are refusing to accept the air she's trying to draw in. There's nothing out here to stop her from hyperventilating, nothing to ground her.
Ring ring— ]