Squirming about, Lina screamed in fury as she tried to wriggle through.
Then she tried clutching some rubble just outside in front of her with both hands and started using her upper body strength to try and propel herself out of the gap. After a bunch of tries, she was finally able to pull herself through.
Episode I. The Anointing of Mother Magdalena | Chapter 7.
MAGDALENA CAME THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE ON HER BELLY, crawling amongst the most horrendous fragments of carnage and corrosion imaginable. Rebirthed into a sheer devilish disorder of pure mayhem, the woman found herself atop a steep mound of large clumps of cement, overturned dead-maggot-infested dry soil, and broken glass shards, all smeared with blood and soot. She stammered to her feet waywardly, placing palms to knees, hunching over, panting heavily within the dome helmet locked about her head, sweat dripping from her face onto the curved glass of it inside. She raised her head up to look at the heavens above.
It was pitch-black out with not a single star to be seen in an abysmal sky.
And directly above her was the proverbial Moon of Earth, glimmering softly, blanketing the wrecked planet with a gentle, lustrous mist, the only remaining luminary visible. Lina could sense the forlornness of the Moon, connecting with its desire to mingle in the night sky with its smaller celestial sisters as it had Once done.
But, alas, it remained all by its lonesome.
Total devastation encircled the tense Lina for as far as she could see, and toxic grey and black fumes were wafting around everywhere, with pieces of thin, wispy seared fragments caught in the mix. Biohazard poisons spoiled the air. Fierce, massive fire pits lay burning Wholeheartedly in countless numbers at every direction she turned. It was a dismal display of despair that stretched on and on.
Grim as Fuck.
Examining the hot surface up close, she could see more tiny dark swirls drifting outward from a hot surface of the fucked Earth. Lina was completely devastated by all she sensed around and within her, but she somehow, oddly enough, felt united with it in a very depressing way. And as if she wasn't already wrought with the highest degree of turmoil, she then noticed the bottom of her dress on fire.
Intuitively, without thinking twice, she dropped, tumbling down a treacherous