Reverb

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.

She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.

Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.

He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.

He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.

But she can breathe now.

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.

She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.

Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.

He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.

He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.

But she can breathe now.

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.

She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.

Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.

He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.

He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.

But she can breathe now.

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.

She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.

Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.

He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.

He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.

But she can breathe now.

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.

She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.

Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.

He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.

He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.

But she can breathe now.

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.

She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.

Shorter than most guys that look the way he does. His brown hair is slicked back, wearing a canvas jacket covered in patches and spray paint. His pants, just black jeans with odd stains on the knees, are baggy like they've been washed too much.

He grabs a large syringe needle from a drawer, looking around mid puff of his cigarette. He grabs the straw from her cup of water, drying it on his pants.

He leans over her, putting his cigarette in the cup. "Talk about shit-ass ways to go." He mutters, fingers pressing into her collarbone as he feels around, finding the space around her second rib. "Shirts gonna have to get cut." He mutters, pulling a small blade from his pocket and making enough of a cut to see what he's doing.

But she can breathe now.

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

Her breath comes in shallow wheezes, her chest feeling likes it's being stabbed.

She has the vague thought that she's going to die alone in a rescue— then interrupted with a second thought.

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

-Huh… uh.. pink label. Shiny?-

-Not right now!-

(Cyber manages to come back in a minute later, antidote in a needle. She presses the plunger as quickly as she can find a vein)

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

(She puts a straw in Reverb’s mouth, water at the other end. She pages for someone to help her)

She slumps on the floor, heaving. The pepper spray is staining her face, but she can partially see now.

Her shoulder has an irritated stab wound and ray shot, fingers and knuckles raw, bleeding, covered in sand.

She clearly can't move her lower body, legs slumped dead weight, a gnarly ray shot on her left thigh.

"Cyber.... Cyber.... 'm gonna dust here... please.." She slurs, dried red flakes cracking around her lips, visible skin burnt by the waves. "Nova's... A bitch..."

@reverb-rotting

(Cyber, having spent all shift running about, almost makes a digital sounding scream- almost. She lifts Reverb by the chest and gets her into a bed)

She tries to move her legs, only managing to twitch her hips. “Fuck…”

She keeps blinking, unable to see through the hazy mist. “Nngh…” She rubs at her eyes— the searing pain worse than before, the pepper spray sticky on her raw knuckles. She tries to muffle her screeching into the dirt. “fuck…”

The wounds on her shoulder don’t feel nearly as bad as they should, she ripped that blade haphazardly at best. At least her arms still move.

For now.

“This is a weird trip to the witch… would be better if I could see…” She mutters, the tacky feeling in her mouth just now catching up to her, making her gag. The metallic taste doesn’t help. She spits into the dirt, hoping to clear some of the dried blood from biting Nova. “Ack—” She heaves weakly, unable to breathe between the pain and the gluey feeling coating her tongue.

@reverb-rotting

She vaguely has the echoing thought of how cruel he is, walking in front of her as she crawls across the sand— he’s probably sneering at her now. But she can’t see. And he’s not real.

Glycerin’s voice? He’s dead. I’m alive, I think…

She needs to get away from him.

Needs to follow him.

The rescue will help her.