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In Between Minds: Gloom Above and Below

Constant rain turned the snow into slush. It made for hard going. I walked on the train tracks whenever necessary, using the solid ground as a reprieve from the impassable areas, even as I huddled in my jacket. I was glad I’d selected clothes based on warmth instead of fashion when given the chance. Cold and wet still seeped in, but slowly. I sent silent thanks to Kseniya and hoped that she would one day forgive me for everything that had happened to her- that I had done to her.

Gloomy thoughts fit well with the weather and I didn’t discourage them. Hope and happiness were for other people. All I had was the need for survival. It was all I knew. Survival at the expense of everything else. It was depressing.

I took the MP-448 out of my pocket and looked at it for a long time. I remembered how to use it but my familiarity with it was fading. Stolen knowledge rarely stuck around for long, unless I used it enough to call it my own.

Food was a dream. Without breakfast or lunch, I cradled my gun and walked on.

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