{Ana had been alone, she had been running for the past two days. Once they got off that boat, and Kenneth and those kids got swallowed up by those things? In a place where there was meant to be no infection? Ana realized that they were all fucked! She prayed to God that they were just dead, and not reanimated dead like the others--she couldn't see where they went?
So, Ana had run, and run, and run. Finding a car, she managed to drive south for days--until the gas ran out. Where she was? Ana couldn't recall, but she had to get out of the car and run away from two of those stenches. She came to a collection of trees, and felt an iron grip on her denim jacket as her gun went off, taking out the other stench--the bullet hitting it on the right side of its skull.
The thing behind her wrapped its hands in the material and pulled her down. Ana went to move, but it started to shake her like a rag-doll. She semi turned, and hit the thing in the side of the head with her gun, and the hands wrapped around the gun.
It faltered for a moment, but then began to shake her again. This time it slammed her head first into the tree once, then again. Ana grabbed a hold of the tree with both arms, letting the thing pull back, making her jacket rip hard right down the back. Now that she was semi free, she turned to shoot it in the head, even though around the edges of her sight were white, and little colors were popping hard. It suddenly pulled back again, and went to slam her into the tree once more. Using its weight to descend onto her neck, and try to bite. Ana hit her head again on the wood of the tree, and felt her knees buckle, sliding down the tree a bit with the stench being the only thing holding her up. Her movements pulling it off balance, and making it miss biting her at all. It actually got a hold of the edge of her jacket collar instead.
She was too out of it right now, this thing was about to descend, and Ana was too dazed to actually fight it all the way off. She closed her eyes hard, and prayed for it to be quick.}
{OOC please tell me if I need to add, change, edit, or fix anything here? Thank you!}
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So, Ana had run, and run, and run. Finding a car, she managed to drive south for days--until the gas ran out. Where she was? Ana couldn't recall, but she had to get out of the car and run away from two of those stenches. She came to a collection of trees, and felt an iron grip on her denim jacket as her gun went off, taking out the other stench--the bullet hitting it on the right side of its skull.
The thing behind her wrapped its hands in the material and pulled her down. Ana went to move, but it started to shake her like a rag-doll. She semi turned, and hit the thing in the side of the head with her gun, and the hands wrapped around the gun.
It faltered for a moment, but then began to shake her again. This time it slammed her head first into the tree once, then again. Ana grabbed a hold of the tree with both arms, letting the thing pull back, making her jacket rip hard right down the back. Now that she was semi free, she turned to shoot it in the head, even though around the edges of her sight were white, and little colors were popping hard. It suddenly pulled back again, and went to slam her into the tree once more. Using its weight to descend onto her neck, and try to bite. Ana hit her head again on the wood of the tree, and felt her knees buckle, sliding down the tree a bit with the stench being the only thing holding her up. Her movements pulling it off balance, and making it miss biting her at all. It actually got a hold of the edge of her jacket collar instead.
She was too out of it right now, this thing was about to descend, and Ana was too dazed to actually fight it all the way off. She closed her eyes hard, and prayed for it to be quick.}
{OOC please tell me if I need to add, change, edit, or fix anything here? Thank you!}