Musings of a Widowed Hin
Feb 24, 2016 10:44:01 GMT
Post by nancythevampyre on Feb 24, 2016 10:44:01 GMT
.. I don't know how many days it has been since I have found this house.
Days blur into one another now and time does not really seem to be as
fixed a concept as it used to be, it's strange.
The small sized woman pushes her dirt matted, straw locks out of her eyes.
She looked around the building, slowly, examining it..
It was in shambles and smelled of mold, unmentionable filth and death that
leaked in from the outside through the boarded up windows and doors.
This house ..
It's empty.
It's dirty.
.. It's home.
She sighs and rubs at her eye before she returns to cleaning her crossbow and
restringing it once again.
I don't want to lose another home. No hay dioses .. Sólo hay carnicería. Y los
demonios que empujarlo hacia adelante.
Pushing off the makeshift bed, she slips on the heavy weapon and moves around
the doorway. She pushes open the door leading below and pulls it shut behind
herself.
There is another here, her name is preder Rina.. Something.. Her name is difficult
to recall and there doesn't seem any real reason to put effort into it if she may
not even survive that long..
Ella se ve demasiado inocente, bueno y tiene un montón de dolor por la muerte de
los demás y que la hace débil.
The hin begins to climb up the ladder in front of her.. Slowly, she begins to wear a
scowl and slams her fist into the side rail before forcing the trapdoor above open
and nimbly climbs out.
I might die by the hands of the profano muertos.. Or die of starvation.
She moves to the railing of the roof's walk and scans the streets for other survivors
amongst the dead. She sniffs the air and wrinkles her nose at the more prominent
stench of decay.
It doesn't take very long for one of the living dead to notice her and it shambles
towards her, flesh dripping off as though it were melting and its groans were so
grotesque they made her cringe. Her face turned into a look of hatred and she pulled
off her crossbow and loaded a bolt.
She fired the powerful ranged weapon and it shot straight through its eye, the undead
creature unceremoniously fell forward onto the ground, leaking a horrible unnatural
blackened ooze from the wound, unmoving.
But I refuse to die without giving one hell of a good fight.
Days blur into one another now and time does not really seem to be as
fixed a concept as it used to be, it's strange.
The small sized woman pushes her dirt matted, straw locks out of her eyes.
She looked around the building, slowly, examining it..
It was in shambles and smelled of mold, unmentionable filth and death that
leaked in from the outside through the boarded up windows and doors.
This house ..
It's empty.
It's dirty.
.. It's home.
She sighs and rubs at her eye before she returns to cleaning her crossbow and
restringing it once again.
I don't want to lose another home. No hay dioses .. Sólo hay carnicería. Y los
demonios que empujarlo hacia adelante.
Pushing off the makeshift bed, she slips on the heavy weapon and moves around
the doorway. She pushes open the door leading below and pulls it shut behind
herself.
There is another here, her name is preder Rina.. Something.. Her name is difficult
to recall and there doesn't seem any real reason to put effort into it if she may
not even survive that long..
Ella se ve demasiado inocente, bueno y tiene un montón de dolor por la muerte de
los demás y que la hace débil.
The hin begins to climb up the ladder in front of her.. Slowly, she begins to wear a
scowl and slams her fist into the side rail before forcing the trapdoor above open
and nimbly climbs out.
I might die by the hands of the profano muertos.. Or die of starvation.
She moves to the railing of the roof's walk and scans the streets for other survivors
amongst the dead. She sniffs the air and wrinkles her nose at the more prominent
stench of decay.
It doesn't take very long for one of the living dead to notice her and it shambles
towards her, flesh dripping off as though it were melting and its groans were so
grotesque they made her cringe. Her face turned into a look of hatred and she pulled
off her crossbow and loaded a bolt.
She fired the powerful ranged weapon and it shot straight through its eye, the undead
creature unceremoniously fell forward onto the ground, leaking a horrible unnatural
blackened ooze from the wound, unmoving.
But I refuse to die without giving one hell of a good fight.