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Kara Thrace ([personal profile] ofthingstocome) wrote in [personal profile] losttheright 2016-03-06 04:32 pm (UTC)

Normally, she'd argue; she didn't want a cylon behind them to shoot them in the back, but she's so numb that all that's filtered through is that the church is safe and is the goal, and whatever the frak that thing was, it was coming for them-- and from the sound of the howling, it was getting closer.

"Go, then." Her voice is harsh as nods for Molly to move it, the dogtags shoved in her pocket, the back of the chain smeared with blood. Starbuck leaves bloody bootprints for the first few steps, until enough ash has stuck to them that there's no sign any longer.

She'll figure it out later. Lee's somehow dead and here, and she'll figure it out later. Never mind the other one -- there's two bodies that they're leaving behind, but one's Lee as she knew him, and... well. Nightmare fuel, just to dump in with the rest of it.

They pick their way through the dark, mostly quiet streets, and Kara can feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as whatever's hunting them gets closer. She can see the church just as there's a crash, and the thing - the monstrous, giant thing that's horrific enough that her mind can't even put a description on it skitters into view, it's many legs skittering for purchase on the street, the walls, anything they can manage. "Apollo-" It's not even a question, it's the I see it, too, I've got your back exchange that they've had a hundred times; they're going to get Molly and each other into that church, and then they'll sort out everything else.

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