Re: Dream Log: Jude/Clem
[She leaned heavy against him for a few minutes. And she swayed like it was a ballroom and they were the only dancers. Truth was, she'd thought she would be fine in a door full of dead things, but she'd thought herself a whole lot more fearless than she actually was. Now, there was enough Murphy in her to keep from falling to bits, but that didn't mean she wasn't feeling the pressure. So she swayed against him, because he was safe. He'd known her since she was just a little thing, and she'd known him just as long.] You going to start up some hunting parties? [It wasn't a bad idea. She just wished she understood the mechanics better. What if anyone that came in got caught too? Not that she would mind having Jude in her corner, selfish as that was. She could be a real selfish thing at times. She got that honest, from her momma.
But there wasn't any more time for swaying. She knew exactly what that sound was.] Run. You just run. Come on. [And she was a desperate thing that pulled at his hand. The grass grew taller and the dead things came closer. Flashes of them were visible through the green now, rotting things, intestines on the outside and jaws missing and mouths gone gaped with maggots and flies.
She didn't stop pulling on him. She didn't even acknowledge his saying to wake up if something happened. She didn't have any intention of letting go of his hand, come what may. So she ran toward that shadow, and the shadow started taking shape. Big old pillars-- No, legs? Big old feet in shiny shoes, and the end of a pair of man's pant legs, and Wonderland had nothing on this.]