Leave them to darkness

She was sweating and shaking as she crawled in the bunker's vents like a pregnant snake. In their shock and hesitation she'd shot them all. Killing the soldiers who guarded Lexa was not part of the plan but she was free of regrets. Every scenario played out in her hostile mind. Maybe they would have shot at her. Maybe they would have killed the child and not her. Maybe they would have killed her and not the child. No outcome was acceptable. Her training and her fear and her hatred fueled her reflexes and she put bullets in all of their heads.

She listened to the preacher's words. She heard the crowds cheer him. I would not save them even if I could, she thought. The religious believers who wanted her child and her blood. Even if she knew a way to open their eyes to truth and awaken their sleeping minds to the real world she would still leave them all to rot in the darkness of delusion.