She froze.
Not his voice.
It was familiar. It was… someone she knows.
But her eyes… tricked by the haze… saw only a monster.
A grotesque shadow looming over her.
"Don't come near me!" she shrieked, crawling backward, fingernails scraping the pavement.
"Jean, it's me! You're drunk, oh my God did someone drug you?… you shouldn't be out alone like this," the voice said, desperate. "Wait here, I'm calling someone. Don't move!"
She didn't wait.
She didn't trust monsters.
The moment he was gone, she dragged herself up, barefoot and shaking. Her knees were bruised, her lips cracked, but she walked. Through the empty streets, under a sky too cruel to hold stars.
She walked until she saw it.
A hospital.
A chance at survival.
She climbed the steps, each one ripping through her muscles like knives. But just as she reached the entrance, her legs failed her.
Again.
The last thing she heard before everything went dark again…
"Jean!"
That voice… again?
Had he followed her?
