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RUN.
 THE END OF THE WORLD COMES FREQUENTLY.Sometimes there isn't a time the end of the world isn't here. Mary-Sue's fingers push through her blonde hair. Her hands are shaking. There's dirt caked in her fingernails. The scar on her nose is never going to heal. She always runs into something. Something always runs into her. Her nose always gets split open. It's always her nose. ALWAYS.
The end of the world is always here for some. People's minds are an ugly void of apocalyptic torture. Of dystopian nightmares. She's swore. There's a limp to Mary-Sue's step. There's nothing really wrong with her leg. She's just sore. She's just exhausted. The end of the world is here. For some. For all. Timelines are messy. Timelines don't make sense. Mary-Sue's green eyes look upward.
She mouths the word "run" as if it's going to be heeded. The buildings shake beside her. Some are already collapsed. Somebody can't stop crying. Absolutely sobbing. The mutant lurches forward, even with aching body to move into a run. The street rumbles, as if it's shaking from her, as if it can't understand why HER world isn't ending. She gets to the end of the street - then it all just disappears.
You see - seeing timelines is like seeing visions.
GOD, THEY'RE FRIGHTENING. (GOD ISN'T HERE).
Mary-Sue reaches her hand out, touches Carol's arm. Almost mouths run again, instead she just clears her throat.
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