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Esther. ([personal profile] hedgings) wrote in [community profile] dankmemes 2016-01-22 03:05 am (UTC)

[ Julia tried to be conservative with her air. In one hand, she was mentally aware of how much time she potentially had. Some quick mental sizings of her box and she made a rough estimate of the volume of air she might have. The problem(s) with that? They were rough estimates. She didn't know how much she wasted screaming when she first woke up. She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping there. She didn't know how long she'd been awake there.

So her irrational mind said to take those doubts and run with them. Run to the hills and don't stop until your lungs give out. Probably literally.

She managed for an in-between. Screaming punctuated by silence. Because she did have to hope she would be found. Hope was all but dead in her, but the theory of it could her up.

So was that theory fucking with her mind now? Or did she just hear something?

She paused. More something. Scraping? She thought a voice before, but nothing again. It was too soon to yell again, but the scraping continued. ]


Are you there? [ She called finally, mentally cursing herself with every word in the book if she'd wasted air on nothing. Scraping. Scraping. More scraping. Was she losing her mind? Again? ]

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