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Olive Penderghast (gnomedownthere) wrote in makebelievelog,

Olive did as she was instructed, more than grateful for an escape from this metal tomb. She scrambled out quickly once the door was open, despite the soreness setting in. Physical discomfort took a back seat to mental anxiety.

Once out she scanned her car, or it was better to refer to it now as a hunk of twisted, broken metal. Her jaw dropped and her hands came up to cover the gasp that issued from her mouth. This was impressive, in every sense of the word, both negative and positive. Her car was totaled and great deal of debris marked the path it had tumbled. So much for her spoiler and moon-roof, respectively ten and fifteen yards away from where she now stood. She circled around to get a look at the other side, her eyes flicking from Galen to the car and back again. The front end was crumpled, snug against the base of the statue she had noticed earlier. That was not good.

She gulped back a laugh, then a sob, though she wasn’t crying, her tears probably wouldn’t catch up to her for a while.

“This is not good-”

As if voicing thoughts of doom had the magical power to summon more such luck a siren whooped behind her and then red and blue lights danced, catching in the reflection of the many angled dents spotting her twisted metal wreck. Her stomach had been cautiously taking a back seat to the incessant and loud beating of her heart, but now it demanded attention by opening something akin to a black hole somewhere around the location of her navel.

I cannot believe… she mouthed to Galen. And then barked another laugh.