#deathsrites

          dora  has  already  felt  the  quake.  it  didn't  occur  to  her  that  perhaps  it  was  all  in  her  head  until  she  bumped  into  a  passer-by,  robbed  of  any  grace  in  walking  as  she  went  over  on  her  ankle  when  the  rumbles  hit.  they  placed  a  hand  on  her  shoulder,  asking  if  she  was  okay,  and  suddenly  concern  washed  over  her.  it  was  edged  with  a  nasty  suspicion  and  dora  jumped  back,  spooking  the  middle-aged  woman  away.  fuck,  she  thought,  not  this.  she  had  to  test  the  theory  and  brushed  her  hand  on  the  next  person  she  walked  past  -  receiving  a  big  hit  of  emotional  numbness.  it  wasn't  a  good  sign  her  freaky  skill  was  going  haywire  but  at  least  this  time  it  was  neutral.  coming  to  the  next  set  of  traffic  lights,  dora  stopped  to  lean  against  the  pole  and  sent  out  a  text.