Thread: Dead Flesh, Living Body – Loki Odinson&Defiant.Anjeru

RE Dead Flesh, Living Body SnivellusDefiant.Anjeru Sorry this took a few days hectic here. Another week, and a couple of run ins later, the next stop was the largest city before Spinner's Island she had to get to the marina, where she would get transportation to the islandthat being if she could actually find a boat though even a paddle boat would be better than nothing if she couldn't find a motor boat. The thought made her anxious big cities were your way of begging for trouble. She sat in her truck for a few hours before she finally worked up the nerve to head into the city it would be tricky navigating her way through the maze of abandoned cars and the various abominations roaming the streets. She could draw less attention to herself if she ditched the vehicle she wouldn't need it on the island anyway. Her shotgun latched to her back, and one pistol in each hand, she slid out of her truck as quietly as she could manage, not bothering to latch the door, afraid she may alert one or two of the number lumbering about ahead of her. 'Keep quiet,' she reminded herself. 'I think they can't see me...that last run in has me thinking some have impaired vision...she couldn't see me, the only reason she'd found me was I'd tripped over that step. Let's hope I'm right...Dear god, I hope I'm right...get moving!' Careful steps brought her to the marina in a number of hours it was by sheer luck she hadn't needed to fire off a shot. Getting out of the marina would take a little more effortnot that traipsing through the city had been easy. Pistols at the ready, she wedged herself between the torn apart gate and made her way down the dock. One by one, she began to search each boat that remained for keys about boat eight out of ten, she found a set. One pistol was set on the dash as she turned the key in the ignition, the boat firing up loudly. She heard screeching and turned her head quickly to see a handful of the undead making their way ferociously across the dock, some falling into the water and thrashing their way about to try and reach her. Two managed to make it onto the boat before she could stop them, her pistol quickly aiming while fumbling with the gear of the boat shots rang out and the legs went out from one, causing it to stumble back off the boat into the water. The other made a grab for her and she had to duck, swinging out her leg to kick it back. It hit the railing and she lifted the pistol to let off another shot, this time it caught it in the mouth, blowing apart its jaw as it went careening over the edge with a splash into the water. Shit, shit, shit. She tossed the pistol down, the clip now empty, and reared the boat into motion, taking off through the calm waters as the creatures stormed the dock in chase of the sound. She huffed, her whole body trembling she hoped the island was exclusive enough from the main land that she wouldn't be forced face to face with more of these. The dock was quiet once she hit shore, the sun beginning to set over the horizon. Her eyes were careful, watching for any movement as she reloaded her pistol with a fresh clip. Once that was done, she fished out her last granola bar, munching it down quietly as she allowed herself one last moment to rest before she went exploring the island laid out before her. It wasn't large, but she was so used to traveling in wheels on foot, it was a whole different story, her journey through the city was an eye-opener on that realization. Steeling herself, she picked up her pistols and hopped off the boat onto the smaller dock and headed toward the small town. Night was falling fast and she had to find shelter, somewhere she knew would be safe according to the map she'd studied, there was a gun shop somewhere near the middle of town that was where she needed to go. She made sure the pistols were cocked so the chambers were loaded, knowing she would need the scant few bullets she had left. As it was, she had only what was in the clips and the few extra shotgun rounds she had in her pouch. It was getting desperate and she hadn't even managed to locate her target yet. She managed to make it as far as a few houses in before carelessness and exhaustion got the better of her a miscalculated step had her stumbling across the porch, over a chair, and sprawling into the dirt. She cursed, lividly, and rolled to her feet, but was not fast enough as a number of the monsters reacted to the sound. There were too many for her to take by hand gritting her teeth, she fired a couple of shot at the head runners, before she turned and ran, the others still chasing after her.