[Boston, MA: post-allpocalypse]
Feb. 26th, 2012 02:45 pmThe last thing she remembers is the ground disintegrating beneath her feet, her toes stretching down to find purchase against the dying gravity, a flash so bright it knocks the wind from her.
Her feet slam too hard against the floor of the bar, and she gasps out, involuntarily, as her injured ankle threatens to buckle. Olivia knows it wasn't a dream or a vision then: persistent pain is a good indicator of reality.
The bar's in shambles, but in one piece. Everyone else stares around, looking as dazed as she feels.
Without a word, Olivia turns and limps through the wreckage to the front door.
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Her feet slam too hard against the floor of the bar, and she gasps out, involuntarily, as her injured ankle threatens to buckle. Olivia knows it wasn't a dream or a vision then: persistent pain is a good indicator of reality.
The bar's in shambles, but in one piece. Everyone else stares around, looking as dazed as she feels.
Without a word, Olivia turns and limps through the wreckage to the front door.
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