We Are All But Gone(Actual)

[Kirito]

true that. we should find the girls soon before it gets weird

 

[the_miserable]

"I need help up and need to wash off the blood..."

 

[Kirito]

i dont mean now we can wait a day

 

[the_miserable]

He nods and lies there. "It hurts so bad...."

 

[Kirito]

ill bet

 

[the_miserable]

"do you have any pain pills?"

 

[Kirito]

ya here

 

[the_miserable]

He takes them and passes out.

 

[zeldaameture12]

carlos hops from roof to roof without trouble he is heading toward a medieval building he cant really remember what its called but he could use some weapons

 

[Moonstone]

Rachel looks back... Ariadne... is acting very oddly. Waiting for the opportune moment, Rachel makes her way back.

Her voice low, she whispers, "Hey, you alright? Those things are pretty creepy, huh?"

 

[DarkLink7]

She nods. "I'm scared, Rachel... Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to come here?"

 

[Moonstone]

Rachel puts a comforting hand on Ariadne's shoulder. "It would be like this almost anywhere. And, here, maybe we can at least find you some silent weapons. But we can leave if you want to. There will be more weapons later, I'm sure."

 

[DarkLink7]

She looks at her, and swallows. "With the mist and the clickers.... we should leave.... there's no way we'll survive..."

 

[Moonstone]

"Alright. Just be careful."

Rachel makes her way out, having to dodge quickly aside as a clicker lurches into the hall from seemingly no where. She catches her breath. Too loud. The clicker screeches, alerting all the others. They're blind, though.

They claw at the empty air, searching for their prey, clicking and screeching furiously all the while.

Rachel wishes she'd held on to her katana. These creatures required too many shots to the head to take down, not with a bow. A gun would work, but then the others would be on her in seconds, sensitive to sound as they were. All she can do is stay close to cover, moving to avoid shuffling feet, and praying that the creatures don't have the sense to search for prey on the ground.

 

[DarkLink7]

She throws a coin, the clatter of it on the floor drawing them away