Everything alive breaths just as it moves. Motion is one of the most important traits of life. The sign birth, a necessity for survival, and without comes stillness.
Cold and empty.
Death in its purest forms.
Rushina sat on Zoomie's arms and was carried away. Felt the rush of the wind as blew past them as Zoomie darted away at top speed.
Rushina saw hazes passing by her as Zoomie raced through the streets. Hazes that she, even with her limited speed back then could perceive as her fell Kinerikans racing past her. But now they were nothing more than unclear blurs streaking past her.
It only took a couple of minutes to arrive at the slow zone where Rushina lived.
Darting past the homeless gear zeroes seated on the street with bowed heads and hollowed eyes. They the only sight that were still enough for Rushina to clearly see.
Upon arriving in front of her apartment Rushina came off.
And made her way to apartment door.
"Hey Rushina," she heard Zoomie call out to her.
"I know are probably going to be a lot harder for you but" she spoke, trying her best to sound as optimistic as she could. "It's only a mouth with no speed. I'm…I'm sure you'll survive,"
Rushina did not need to turn to know Zoomie was flashing a fake smile her way. Trying her absolute best to make Rushina see the light, the hopeless and miserable situation she was in, but…
"Thanks for the ride," she spoke without turning to face her. She then slowly opened the door and entered the apartment. Quietly closing the door behind her.
Zoomie just watched her shut the door behind her, her eyes sinking down as she took a quiet breath before turning and racing away.
Rushina just collapsed on the other side of the door. Crouching on the floor with arms around her knees. She then buried her head low and wept.
Slow.
Agony.
A life denied the rush of motion.
That, to a Kinerikan, was the worst kind of death.