Cracks concrete

She staggered forward and reached out toward Victoria.

"No," Victoria mumbled.

"You're dying," Grue spoke.

"No," Victoria repeated herself. "Not-"

She coughed sharply and mumbled in the same breath, and didn't bother trying to correct herself.

"Do it anyways," Tattletale said.

Victoria swung with her good hand, slamming it into the sidewalk. Cracks spiderwebbed out from the impact site. She coughed. "No."

***

Prey 14.6