adrenalin

Real terror is a crippling experience. You sweat so much that your skin goes all wrinkly like when you've been in the bath all afternoon. And then the scent of your sweat changes. It smells like cat pee, no doubt from the adrenalin. However hard you wash, it won't come off. It smothers you, as your muscles become frozen with acid and your mind paralysed by despair.

Yet each flower, each twig, each pebble, shines as though illuminated from within, as once before, on her first day in the Garden. It__ the stress, it__ the adrenalin, it__ a chemical effect: she knows this well enough. But why is it built in? she thinks. Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we__e about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?