Shifted
Seven years. It’s been seven years and Dom isn’t about to go now, body lost to the Void in the alleyway of an abandoned apartment complex overrun with the Shifted. She loses herself in the grind, chest heaving and lungs burning with effort as she fights until there’s nothing left, until the flashes of light from Shifted eyes fade and she’s surrounded by death, blood and shadow soaking together on the ground.
She’s nauseated but she chokes it down. When she turns around, there’s still one standing, but Dom hesitates, rooted to the spot. The stranger isn’t glitching, and her red hair is matted with sweat and blood but free of shadows. Still, Dom hesitates; she’s been wrong before. There’s silence save for their heavy breathing and the steady drip of blood from axe to pavement.
“Hello?” says Dom warily.
