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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 7:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 2:57 am
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Cassandra's gaze slowly trailed open, faint groan slipping past her lips. In all honesty this was getting old. She had spent god knows how many months just roaming the city in an attempt to find something any trace of life. But the only life she tended to find was the undead kind. And that was attention she did not wish to have at all. But... when you were a being of living flesh and pumping blood you were a buffet, even if you were some what tainted.
She really couldn't remember how she had been infected with the virus. But in a manner she didn't mind, that very poison coursing through her veins had saved her life god knows how many times. She shifted slightly as she rolled over in the rubble of boxes and glass. She was lucky to say the least, that she had managed to hit these boxes rather than the cement of the alley. Her gaze shifted rolling to peer up at a shattered window that gleamed all to pleasantly at her. Yes she remembered it all to clearly now.
She had awoken an hour or so ago, upon leaving her barricaded room for the night she ran into a fowl little creature that wished to have her for breakfast. Thus various rounds later and being pushed back out of a window two stores up, she lay. Well at least she came out better than the bloody undead. That things brain matter was splattered all over the walls within that hallway. She chuckled, only to wince pain flickering through her being.
Well... At least she was alive. She rolled onto her side pushing herself up slowly blond locks tumbling over her shoulder. Each movement brought a pang of pain to her being. Couldn't be helped boxes and what not weren't the soft landing place. After a few labored movements she finally managed to push her some what battered frame up. Cuts lingered along her arms, legs, and face. Most likely due to the glass shattering when she impacted the window. But... at least she could move that was always good.
Shifted slightly she moved to pluck the beast of a rifle of hers off the ground, the weapon easily taller than her with its additional blade attachment. She took it by the strap and slung it over her shoulder so it rested along her back. With a small grunt she started to make her way out of the alley and off into the street. Her steps were slow uneven, the weight of her rifle pressing down on her sore body, causing unneeded pain. Yet she pushed on making her way down the street. Unlike some infected humans that could hold off the Viruses that plagued this world. She did not hold the ability to heal at a swifter rate. Thus... she was left to deal with the pain.
Thinking of: Surviving... Currently Here: Walking the streets. Feeling This: Tense, Alert, Trigger happy. Speaking To: N/A
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reality is too cruel Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 12:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 3:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 4:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 5:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 5:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:08 pm
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