No no no. Sara might still be all right if she would just go inside and barricade the door. The hunger would tire of throwing itself against the outside eventually, just as it tired of beating against the door of her cell in the bunker. Sara would be scared and sorry, like Miss Justineau, but she'd be safe, too.
But she doesn't run inside. She comes closer. Melanie lets out a growl that starts out human, childish, petulant, and then twists into something else. "GO!" she shouts as the hunger fights her for the reins.
There's one fraught moment of tenuous balance, in which Melanie simultaneously tries to leap forward and scramble back, the end result being an ungainly fall to the ground. But the jarring sensation of hitting the dirt loosens her hold on herself, and it's the hunger that digs its fingers into the dirt and drags itself toward Sara, all four limbs scrabbling for purchase as it hurls itself at food, the only thing it wants.
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Date: 2017-08-24 02:06 am (UTC)From:But she doesn't run inside. She comes closer. Melanie lets out a growl that starts out human, childish, petulant, and then twists into something else. "GO!" she shouts as the hunger fights her for the reins.
There's one fraught moment of tenuous balance, in which Melanie simultaneously tries to leap forward and scramble back, the end result being an ungainly fall to the ground. But the jarring sensation of hitting the dirt loosens her hold on herself, and it's the hunger that digs its fingers into the dirt and drags itself toward Sara, all four limbs scrabbling for purchase as it hurls itself at food, the only thing it wants.