Post by alexiafallon on Jul 18, 2012 18:39:45 GMT 1
It was a dark deserted area. The cool wind drifted over the sandy dunes. The gentle breeze was betraying from the days previous heat. Long dark brown locks with traces of crimson were tucked beneath the old gatsby style cap that she kept of her adopted mothers. Her dark eyes scanned the horizon of the hills before her. It had been months since she had seen Cato or anyone else from her small band of family and friends she had grown up with. The sound is what warned her first as she heard the growling groan and the shuffling feet of the undead. The crest of the dune was just before her and her mount as she slipped down and quickly prepared herself. Knocking an arrow against her bow's body, she pulled the cord slightly then shifted. Moving to prepare a better advantage. As well as give herself space to get away if there were too many, and she was unable to take them down. Alexia knew her limits and when there was to many she opted for the more sneaky tactic of avoidance. To say she wasn't scared was or would have been a lie. Every day, especially on her own now was nothing more than fear which only motivated her to survive.
Peeking over the dune, she spotted four undead shuffling about, The half eaten remains of whatever, or better yet whoever were scattered about, the glisten of blood on the sand glowed dark in the moons bright light. She knew, in the distance, there was a safe place ... Haven as it was called but the undead was between her and the shortest route. Frowning she checked her supply of ammo. The bullets were running low. She had yet the chance to barter for more or have time to settle in a place she could restock herself by milling more. A frown crossed her lips as she sighed lightly. Shifting to her bow, reknocking the arrow, and took aim. The first would be easy it was when the others heard the fall, she would have to time this just right and keep her cool.
Careful aim the dark glint of her brow eyes glowed in the moons full glow. Pulling back she exhaled just as she released the arrow flying straight and true sinking deep into the eye socket and brain of her target. Dropping the undead to the ground. The others turned and began groaning and stumbling in her direction. She took aim for another and let loose not giving herself time to think about it. That one fell too. She took aim for the third and fell it as well but when she reached back she heard the low groan. A fifth had snuck up behind her then. She turned quickly extracting her knife. She hated the close combat, but it was a must. With a well-placed sweep of the legs, she took this one down driving her knife through it's eye and turning with a twist until she felt the pop of the decaying flesh and give of the brain. Carefully avoiding getting any of the blood on her that she couldn't cleanse off easily enough. Cringing she shifted up just in time with the knock of another arrow and took down the last. Releasing a breath as she stood she carefully cleaned off her knife placing it back within the holster on her leg. Then moved forward to collect her arrows. Pulling them from the dead making sure they were all dead for good first she re-sheathed her arrows and headed on towards Haven.
She prayed that it wasn't the myth some of the others thought it was she wanted to meet others that resisted the vampire's safe havens and rule. As well, she just hoped to find or meet some of the others from her little band and prayed that she wasn't the only survivor. Glancing up to the moon, she felt that knot form in her throat, she missed Cato, she prayed he wasn't dead, but she had started to accept the fact that he very well might be. Giving a tug to the fingerless gloves she wore to help protect from cuts or scrapes. She double checked herself as she moved on careful to avoid any other things that might hold up her progress.
She was exhausted and tired, but she wouldn't stop till she had reached the walls of safety she couldn't spend another night in this hell but it looked like she would be. Then again as the time passed she started to see a dark shape against the night sky in the distance. She wondered was this Haven?
Peeking over the dune, she spotted four undead shuffling about, The half eaten remains of whatever, or better yet whoever were scattered about, the glisten of blood on the sand glowed dark in the moons bright light. She knew, in the distance, there was a safe place ... Haven as it was called but the undead was between her and the shortest route. Frowning she checked her supply of ammo. The bullets were running low. She had yet the chance to barter for more or have time to settle in a place she could restock herself by milling more. A frown crossed her lips as she sighed lightly. Shifting to her bow, reknocking the arrow, and took aim. The first would be easy it was when the others heard the fall, she would have to time this just right and keep her cool.
Careful aim the dark glint of her brow eyes glowed in the moons full glow. Pulling back she exhaled just as she released the arrow flying straight and true sinking deep into the eye socket and brain of her target. Dropping the undead to the ground. The others turned and began groaning and stumbling in her direction. She took aim for another and let loose not giving herself time to think about it. That one fell too. She took aim for the third and fell it as well but when she reached back she heard the low groan. A fifth had snuck up behind her then. She turned quickly extracting her knife. She hated the close combat, but it was a must. With a well-placed sweep of the legs, she took this one down driving her knife through it's eye and turning with a twist until she felt the pop of the decaying flesh and give of the brain. Carefully avoiding getting any of the blood on her that she couldn't cleanse off easily enough. Cringing she shifted up just in time with the knock of another arrow and took down the last. Releasing a breath as she stood she carefully cleaned off her knife placing it back within the holster on her leg. Then moved forward to collect her arrows. Pulling them from the dead making sure they were all dead for good first she re-sheathed her arrows and headed on towards Haven.
She prayed that it wasn't the myth some of the others thought it was she wanted to meet others that resisted the vampire's safe havens and rule. As well, she just hoped to find or meet some of the others from her little band and prayed that she wasn't the only survivor. Glancing up to the moon, she felt that knot form in her throat, she missed Cato, she prayed he wasn't dead, but she had started to accept the fact that he very well might be. Giving a tug to the fingerless gloves she wore to help protect from cuts or scrapes. She double checked herself as she moved on careful to avoid any other things that might hold up her progress.
She was exhausted and tired, but she wouldn't stop till she had reached the walls of safety she couldn't spend another night in this hell but it looked like she would be. Then again as the time passed she started to see a dark shape against the night sky in the distance. She wondered was this Haven?