I looked out the nearest boarded up window that I could see through, and saw that the group hadn’t moved. The man with the bottles said something, but I couldn’t make it out. My leaving to grab the knife and send the texts had carried me out of earshot.
Hm. Still seems relatively calm out there aside from that shot earlier.
I ran back to the front door, keeping to the same half-crouch as before, to ensure nobody saw me through the gaps in the boards on the windows. I pulled my shoes back on, straightened, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
“Jesus fuck!” a twenty-something skinhead cursed as I moved to Bitch’s side.
A humanoid swarm of bugs just walked out the door. I think that’s very much an appropriate reaction.
I had a vague sense of what I must have looked like – a tower of swarming insects with vague human definition to it, giving the loose shape of a head, with vague indents in the ‘face’ where my eyes were.
Why would there be indents? She’s wearing glasses. If anything, there’d be a visor-like plateau.
Even Bitch’s eyes widened a fraction as she saw me.
“The hell?” she muttered.
Pretty much what she looks like right now, yes.
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