The Deep of Oblivion - страница 12

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The girl tried to pull out all possible things and tie them together into a long rope, but the length was naturally not enough. Then Nia decided to drop the mattress from the bed down below, in order to at least somewhat cushion the fall. She barely managed to drag it across the room and lift it to the window. The mattress was heavy, and Nia had to put in a lot of effort to get it over the windowsill. The main thing was not to fall.

Then she tied a sheet to the leg of the bed, hoping that this would help her descend from a lower height. The sheet was thin and fragile. Nia understood that she would still fall, and possibly get injured, but she was willing to risk it. Risk is all I have left.

Waiting for it to become completely quiet outside the window, Nia climbed onto the windowsill, took a deep breath, and looked down. The mattress lay on the ground, like a small island of hope. Jump. Or stay here forever. Closing her eyes, Nia jumped.

Nia flew down, feeling the wind whistling in her ears. The sheet tightened, slowing the fall a little, but it was still scary. Just don't break your neck! She landed on the mattress, which, although it softened the impact, did not completely absorb it. Her legs were pierced with sharp pain, but Nia, gritting her teeth, got to her feet. Alive. And that's the main thing.

She expected everyone around to rush to her, start shouting and grabbing her. But nothing like that happened. The people passing by were simply going about their business, as if they didn't notice her. They behaved like obedient robots, immersed in their own thoughts and concerns. They didn't care. As always.

Nia looked around. The urban oasis was far away, but she decided that she needed to go there. There was nothing more for her to do here, near the hospital. Soon they would start looking for her, and then it would all be over. She needed to run. Before it was too late.

She needed to get to the city as quickly as possible, but in such a way that as few people as possible noticed her. Nia understood that she would have to move carefully, avoid crowded places, and hide in the shadows. Become a shadow in this city of shadows.

She ran towards the metropolis, trying not to pay attention to the pain in her legs. Strange vehicles rushed past, people in identical suits, billboards with incomprehensible images. Everything was alien and unfamiliar.