It was the acrid smell of metal and disinfectants permeating her inflamed nasal passages, filling her mouth, throat and lungs, that brought Nina back to a semi-dulled state of awareness. Even the soft, steady rain sounded harsh here, thudding relentlessly over the concrete structure that contained her. Constant, rapid-fire thudding. Incessant thudding. The monotony of its rhythm threatening her last shred of sanity. Shrill screams echoing, reverberating through vacant corridors, added complexity to the cacophony within her aching, exhausted brain.
She had long since lost the capacity to comprehend if her eyes were open. It was hard to even know the difference between dream and reality. One was just as vivid and yet as intangible as the other. She spent her last minute ruminating over the fact that she had finally, after what must have been fourteen months, removed mind from body – proud that she seemed to only exist in thought.
Her corpse would later defy the realms of human fortitude.
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