Yesterday, 01:30 PM
The two women seemed very different now that Tatyana had heard them both speak. One seemed to be friendlier and possibly wanted to help, whereas the other was extremely blunt, mentioning that Tatyana was probably dying in response to her question.
The words stoked a flame within Tatyana. Fear shifted to anger as she heard the words. Tatyana was a survivor. She had survived the hard and unforgiving streets of Moscow for two years, and she remembered the sickness from before. She had survived that too. Fueled by rage, she found energy reserves, and started to bring herself to her hands and knees. She could sense a power within her and she wanted to grab it. Power she had sensed the day before during the fight but when she tried to grab it - she found herself blocked from it, as if an invisible wall prevented her from reaching it.
”Not…dying!” she said, her voice rising in anger in frustration. What was that power? And why couldn’t she touch it.
The words stoked a flame within Tatyana. Fear shifted to anger as she heard the words. Tatyana was a survivor. She had survived the hard and unforgiving streets of Moscow for two years, and she remembered the sickness from before. She had survived that too. Fueled by rage, she found energy reserves, and started to bring herself to her hands and knees. She could sense a power within her and she wanted to grab it. Power she had sensed the day before during the fight but when she tried to grab it - she found herself blocked from it, as if an invisible wall prevented her from reaching it.
”Not…dying!” she said, her voice rising in anger in frustration. What was that power? And why couldn’t she touch it.