[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color][hr]
Lightless green eyes stared at the ceiling, unfocused and unseeing. Cold. It was cold, almost freezing, yet she felt not the slightest bit of discomfort. She felt like — [i]claws crunching past bone, tearing apart flesh, biting through[/i] — weariness was setting in her very bones. The way her clothes clung to her bare skin, her wet hair clumping together; none of it seemed to bother her anymore.

[color=fff200][i]"That was pathetic. You're useless. We must become stronger."[/i][/color]
[color=fff79a]"I understand."[/color]

[color=fff79a][i]"Its no use getting stronger. They never liked you, they fear you, they will kill you. We must escape."[/i][/color]
[color=fff79a]"I understand."[/color]
[i][color=2e2c2d]"Things ain't looking up old gal. Ain't time to be sleeping around, what with a friend of ours being taken away."[/color][/i]
[b][color=fff79a]"I understand."[/color][/b]

Words she had used over and over again, but what had she truly understood so far? Hazel tried to roll over to her side, to get up, and walk, but all she managed to achieve was somehow magnify that feeling of lethargy, that tiredness that pulls at her consciousness. Exhaling softly, she closed her eyes again, letting the tendrils of darkness pull her consciousness deep down into that empty void.