[ She remembers this, it's Shambhala all over again. She'd been conscious enough to know back than as she was enough to know now. Her head drops to his shoulder, her breathing becoming labored. Her blood soaks into his shirt, stains his skin through the fabric.
Elena barely hears the hissing, all she knows is that he's pushing himself faster, harder. She doesn't see the darkness that rushes to swallow them. He drops and her gun almost slips from her grasp. ]
What- what? Nate...
[ Where are they? Where are they going? It's strange that she can make out the fear, the apprehension.
The noises continue, rush in from behind, like they're giving chase. ]
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[ She remembers this, it's Shambhala all over again. She'd been conscious enough to know back than as she was enough to know now. Her head drops to his shoulder, her breathing becoming labored. Her blood soaks into his shirt, stains his skin through the fabric.
Elena barely hears the hissing, all she knows is that he's pushing himself faster, harder. She doesn't see the darkness that rushes to swallow them. He drops and her gun almost slips from her grasp. ]
What- what? Nate...
[ Where are they? Where are they going? It's strange that she can make out the fear, the apprehension.
The noises continue, rush in from behind, like they're giving chase. ]