"Daybreak territory. Nobody can make Doors there."
This tiny girl grew up in crime-heavy areas and knows how to run. What she lacks in stride she makes up for in repetitions per second. She doesn't slow until they cross into Daybreak territory, at which point she stops long enough to look behind, then presses ahead at a quick pace.
"All right," she gasps, expression composed. "He didn't give chase when I...gave him the soda." Pant, pant. "Soda for a kid. Even trade. Good to know. Shit."
She keeps trudging on, but stops talking for a moment to catch her breath.
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This tiny girl grew up in crime-heavy areas and knows how to run. What she lacks in stride she makes up for in repetitions per second. She doesn't slow until they cross into Daybreak territory, at which point she stops long enough to look behind, then presses ahead at a quick pace.
"All right," she gasps, expression composed. "He didn't give chase when I...gave him the soda." Pant, pant. "Soda for a kid. Even trade. Good to know. Shit."
She keeps trudging on, but stops talking for a moment to catch her breath.
"You all right?"