She's been in this damn foggy shithole of a city for four hours and already she's run afoul of horrible monsters enough times to lose count of the specifics.
Currently it's creepy faceless kids, although "creepy" around here is a bit of a redundant modifier.
Fuck and damn.
Her attempts to defend herself from the pair of them are halfhearted at best, but in the interests of maybe getting out of here roughly intact she's grabbed a chair and is using it as a makeshift bludgeon.
It doesn't work very well.
Disturbingly, there's not a trace of fear in her. Exasperation, sure. No fear.
When Jo makes it the school, it's on the heels of a large, creepy, skinless dog. She shot down the other two, but ran out of bullets before the third one cropped up. Which makes it bad irony that the moment she turns around from making sure the door is secure that there's a pile of bullets on the floor.
It gets a glare and a wide look around. (But she's not turning down fresh supplies. Reload happens. As does pocketing extras.)
There are noises off in one of the closed classroom. Gun ready, she pulls the door open. The girls exasperation will be noted later. For now it's that creepy things are attacking someone who's shit out of luck at killing (but not inept at some defense).
At the point she can get her first clear shot she takes it, running in.
"Nah. I've got a place in Metropolis, but I was out for a ride and my bike broke down outside town. So naturally I wandered in here and got lost in the fog."
"But then, like hell I'd know, right? I just keep hoping if I walk far enough in a straight line I'll get out of here. Hasn't worked so far. Next best bet is exploring."
There’s a girl named Alessa in my class. If your memory is any good, you may remember her she's the one I said they called a witch. Most likely her mother is abusing her. I've never seen her come in without some sort of scrape or bruise. Her expression is pitifully dark for a 6 year old. Something like this may not be so uncommon. Rather than coming up with pointless ideas its best just to watch and wait. But isn't there something I can do to help? I'm considering consulting a lawyer but I do have my reservations. That's why I thought I'd ask you, my friend, for your opinion first. K. Gordon
There's an envelope with it, unstamped. The return address is K. Gordon's again, but the destination address is too smudged to make out.
Jo walks up, reading it to Anna's side, and glowers at the letter before looking around again. It's one thing to have supernatural monsters and another fucked up one to have human ones acting by choice.
"Pray something ate her mother," Jo says, acidly.
Before, "We don't need that. I'm going to go check other rooms."
She's been in this damn foggy shithole of a city for four hours and already she's run afoul of horrible monsters enough times to lose count of the specifics.
Currently it's creepy faceless kids, although "creepy" around here is a bit of a redundant modifier.
Fuck and damn.
Her attempts to defend herself from the pair of them are halfhearted at best, but in the interests of maybe getting out of here roughly intact she's grabbed a chair and is using it as a makeshift bludgeon.
It doesn't work very well.
Disturbingly, there's not a trace of fear in her. Exasperation, sure. No fear.
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It gets a glare and a wide look around. (But she's not turning down fresh supplies. Reload happens. As does pocketing extras.)
There are noises off in one of the closed classroom. Gun ready, she pulls the door open. The girls exasperation will be noted later. For now it's that creepy things are attacking someone who's shit out of luck at killing (but not inept at some defense).
At the point she can get her first clear shot she takes it, running in.
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"Well," she remarks, dropping the remains of her weapon and dusting off her hands. "That was fucking creepy."
A nod to Jo. "Hey. Thanks. I'm Anna."
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Pretty much says it all.
As does the bullet she fires into the head of the one Anna beat into submission.
She looks up, brown eyes hard and dark. "Resident?"
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Irritably, she kicks a wall.
"Inventive little shithole, ain't it. Merde."
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Even she hasn't decided to trust Anna further than she could throw her.
Jo's reloading to full. She really didn't like the dog lesson.
"Anything important in this place?"
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She grins wryly, leaning back against the wall.
"But then, like hell I'd know, right? I just keep hoping if I walk far enough in a straight line I'll get out of here. Hasn't worked so far. Next best bet is exploring."
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Jo's looking over desks with weird writing with a grimace.
"Check the room over for usable supplies?"
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Nothing, nothing, more nothing-- "Hey, what's this?"
She pulls a letter out of the teacher's desk, holding it up for inspection.
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Something like this may not be so uncommon. Rather than coming up with pointless ideas its best just to watch and wait. But isn't there something I can do to help? I'm considering consulting a lawyer but I do have my reservations. That's why I thought I'd ask you, my friend, for your opinion first.
K. Gordon
There's an envelope with it, unstamped. The return address is K. Gordon's again, but the destination address is too smudged to make out.
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"Pray something ate her mother," Jo says, acidly.
Before, "We don't need that. I'm going to go check other rooms."
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Anna shrugs, replacing the letter in the desk, and glances at the door with a mild frown.
"I'll come with, I think."
To stick myself between you and danger, she doesn't add.
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"Your funeral. I'm headed for the center, not the exits."
For all that, she doesn't stop Anna though. Another pair of hands to beat things off or carry found supplies won't hurt.
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The second one had ammunition for a shot gun. Which neither of them was carrying.
It was in the third, that Jo stopped in the doorway, staring forward across the room.
"Anna?"
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She brightens into something resembling alertness.
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