She twitched. Her eye. Her feet. Her fingers.

Something was screaming behind her eyes. Something was screaming at her [i]screaming[/i] IN her to

run. Run. Run run Quinnlash run[color=black]run run runrun [i]runrunrunrunrun rrunrurunr[b]nurunrnurruquinnlashrunrUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRURNURNURNRUN[/b][/i][/color]

She could...barely make out what Daz was saying. Her eye twitched again. He[color=black]r[/color] teeth chattered. Hard.

Elevator. Stay with. Daz. She nodded, head spinning. She tried to get up. [color=black]S[/color]he failed. Tried again. This time, she managed to crawl out of the boat, where she nearly climbed up Daz to stand.

Run run run[color=black]runrunquinnlashrunurnnnnn[/color]

She swayed, but stayed upright this time, mumbling out nearly incoherently, "[color=FFE63D]Run Daz we need to run run run run we need to run right now run Quinnlash run run run run...[/color]"

She cut herself off. Breathe in. Breathe out. Close. Low. She shook her head. She felt like there was something [i]inside[/i] of it. Something different. Something [i]else[/i]. Shook it again. It cleared. Barely. But enough for her to stand on her own, and nod a twitching nod as her voice lost some of its feverish energy. "[color=FFE63D]Stay close. Stay low.[/color]" 

Only then did her eye start to focus, her ears started to listen to the world again—[color=black]runrunquinnlashrunurnnnnnyouneedtorunrunrun[/color]—and she saw what was happening on the boardwalk. She had to put forth soooo much focusss to keep her head straight [color=black]run[/color]. It was already being bombarded from inside. Now all this too. She only just barely held back a scream.

S[color=black]he[/color] followed him as much as she could. She really did. She even made it a little way. But it wasn't long before she once again felt that screaming voice that was both her and inside of her and outside of her and not her and part of her and not screaming screaming RUN RUN RUN RUN [color=black]RUN RUN[/color]

She couldn't run. She couldn't. She needed to stay low, and stay close. But it was just so [i]loud[/i] in her head. She fell behind, gasping like she'd run five marathons back to back. Besca. Besca was up there. She needed to...to...

[color=black]She[/color] was falling.

[color=black]She[/color] fell for a long time.

Into black.

Like [color=black]ink.[/color]

Then she could see again. She was on her hands and knees. She tried to move. She couldn't. If she moved if she let herself move then the [i]voice[/i] it was so strong it was filling her up it would take her and she would [i]run[/i] and [i]run[/i] and [i]run[/i] and [i][color=black]run[/color][/i] and [i][color=black]run[/color][/i] and [color=black][i]run[/i] and [i]run[/i] and [i]run[/i]—[/color]

The place where she had an eye once pulsed and pounded with pain. She let out a weak cry. She couldn't [i][color=black]run[/color][/i] she couldn't [color=black]run[/color] she couldn't [i]run[/i] [i]SHE COULD NOT RUN.[/i]

So, every single muscle in her body clenched like nothing she'd ever felt, it [i]hurt[/i] it hurt a lot—she scraped herself off the ground. She stayed as low as she could. And she took one. Step. After. Another.

Whatever happened. [i]Whatever[/i] happened. Besca was waiting for her. Besca was up there and Daz was taking her to see her she would know how to fix this—

She cut off the runaway train of her thoughts with a supreme force of will. [i]Whatever happened.[/i] She COULD. NOT. [color=black]RUNRUNRUNRURNURNURNRURN—[/color] She couldn't runnnn[color=black][i]nnnnnn[/i][/color]. No matter. What.