“


    The Memories.


    something iconic. Something she’d be remembered for. Something she’d be famous for. Of starving not just for food but for fortune. And of falling in love. Of marrying a young car mechanic that had helped fix her rental Honda Civic when she was worried she’d have to pay the full price for it. Of having a child of her own.


    nd</sup> grandson. She woke up, panicked. Did he survive? Was her daughter okay? Her husband?


    not Janette Kennedy. And she burst out crying and ran to her fathers room with snot running down her nose and told him she felt lost and not herself and uncertain and sad and she just wanted to forget.


    “


    needed in her hands and running to reach a destination that was unknown. So focused she was on the pure physical act of running that she didn’t even notice when the road curved in front of her and she ran straight into the woods. So focused she was, that she didn’t notice the howling of the wolves.


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    ?memories?[soul?]) of Kanessa “Nessie” Javelin gave out to the wonderful bliss of acceptance, Janette “Jane” Kennedy took over with a vengeance. A fury, a sudden spiraling inferno of will. Will to run, to survive, to live.


    (her?) brain kicked into high gear, using processing power her young body shouldn’t have had. She noticed a weakness, a crack in the encirclement. An old, massive grey wolf with a limp leg. She threw the food in her rugsack at a younger wolf near him, and with a running start, threw the rugsack itself at the old wolf. It was filled with nothing but paper and blankets, but it made for a good enough distraction. Her running didn’t stop. She ran past the two wolves, hearing the rest of the pack turn and follow. She ran with fury in her veins and no thoughts on her mind except to survive. She ran, knowing full well that they would catch up eventually. She ran.


    (?memories?[soul?{persona!}]) of Janette “Jane” Kennedy melting alongside it. Joining that of Kanessa “Nessie” Javelin in staring at the abyss. Shivering. Ignoring. Ignoring the growlings and the cold and the guilt and the guilt.