Tired

By the time she reached the bench and sat down, she didn't care much more.

She was tired. Spent. Tired of running. Her feet were numb, ears burning, and her lips on the verge of cracking. He body was at the end of it's rope. It was obvious she couldn't las much longer in this weather and she knew it - knew that she had to face them and try to fix all this, reverse it somehow, while still managing to get away.

There was no way of telling how far she had come. At first she counted her steps, since she knew how long each of her strides are, but with the falling snow coupled with her exhaustion, her movements soon became labored and untrustworthy.

They were only rumors. She didn't know what they looked like. Where they came from. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she believed they existed. Some say they were a government experiment gone wrong, other's claimed they had crawled up out of the earth. The occasional few would number about aliens and forms of life not from this planet.

She had previously thought this was all shit.

Now - she had to put her faith to the test.

She waited - ready. Looking past the swirling snow, thats when the first leg emerged.