[Open] Faster, faster
Characters: Saya and you~
Location: Streets of the Death City (doesn't matter much)
Rating: G for now
Time: 29th, afternoon
Description: Saya's training.
Saya dressed a gym suit, grabbed a bottle of water, and left her room. Usually she’d go to the library, but this time, she decided to do something different: run. She wasn’t a bad runner and she did have stamina - zombie apocalypse always involves a lot of running, after all - and even thought she had close to no physical strength, she figured she should train what she’d need the most to escape any kind of sticky situation: her legs.
After an hour or so, she finally stops, panting and gasping for air, trying to regain her normal respiratory rhythm. With a sigh she cleans the sweat from her chin with the back of her hand, walking slowly now as she evaluated her pulse and respiratory rate, and since everything was in check, Saya finally stops to takes a sip of water.
Location: Streets of the Death City (doesn't matter much)
Rating: G for now
Time: 29th, afternoon
Description: Saya's training.
Saya dressed a gym suit, grabbed a bottle of water, and left her room. Usually she’d go to the library, but this time, she decided to do something different: run. She wasn’t a bad runner and she did have stamina - zombie apocalypse always involves a lot of running, after all - and even thought she had close to no physical strength, she figured she should train what she’d need the most to escape any kind of sticky situation: her legs.
After an hour or so, she finally stops, panting and gasping for air, trying to regain her normal respiratory rhythm. With a sigh she cleans the sweat from her chin with the back of her hand, walking slowly now as she evaluated her pulse and respiratory rate, and since everything was in check, Saya finally stops to takes a sip of water.