While some of the liquid continues down her thighs, it also starts to spread internally. From this distance the patterns were even more complex, like they somehow shone through the surface, penetrating deep into the center of the liqui-solid orb. She follows along the path the markings had left, climbing around haphazard crates when needed. To spread it. Her eyes take a second to refocus, though they shoot wide once they register the words in front of her. That’s why she took the risk when a supply cruiser had landed in her town. She had heard stories of others escaping rimworlds like this: by stowing away and waiting until it was no longer feasible to waste resources returning you. She shivers again as it coats her tits, starting to make its’ way up to her other shoulder and down her stomach simultaneously. She struggles, pulling at her own arm frantically as the strange black liquid reaches her shoulder; it’s grip on her only getting tighter.
