[For a moment, Syd just watches her, brows furrowed and eyes suspicious. A couple of old women exit the nearby bank and bustle away from the stand-off, and as soon as they pass-
Syd takes off running.
She's never been athletic or agile, but she's at least not half bad at hauling ass for her life. It's a straight shot down Main, but she zips a quick right behind the pet store, and then another down the side of the spa, not daring to look over her shoulder. By the time she sees the hulking brick of the apartments where she'd woken up, there's a stabbing stitch in her side, and she's choking on rain-damp air, but she doesn't stop. Not until she's thrown open the heavy front doors and clamored into the stairwell. Not until she's panted up the flight of stairs, wiping sweat out of her eyes, and staggered to the door she left out of half an hour ago.
Only then, once she's twisted the lock behind her, does she drop to the floor and suck in a deep, aching breath.]
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Syd takes off running.
She's never been athletic or agile, but she's at least not half bad at hauling ass for her life. It's a straight shot down Main, but she zips a quick right behind the pet store, and then another down the side of the spa, not daring to look over her shoulder. By the time she sees the hulking brick of the apartments where she'd woken up, there's a stabbing stitch in her side, and she's choking on rain-damp air, but she doesn't stop. Not until she's thrown open the heavy front doors and clamored into the stairwell. Not until she's panted up the flight of stairs, wiping sweat out of her eyes, and staggered to the door she left out of half an hour ago.
Only then, once she's twisted the lock behind her, does she drop to the floor and suck in a deep, aching breath.]