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.
The fight is short and pointless. There's blood; they tear Steph up a little bit, mostly through lucky strikes.
She can't hurt them. They're kids.
At least, until the third lucky hit, which would have seriously damaged her bicep if she hadn't dodged it. Maybe they're not quite kids. At least, whatever they are, they're not defenceless, and that means she sortamaybedoesn't have to feel bad about tumbling, rolling and kicking, hard, buying herself space if nothing else.
Panting for breath and still clutching her makeshift club, she scrambles back to her feet.
Keep fighting the creepy dead kids, or hope that there's fewer things trying to kill her inside the school?
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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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His sword is out - He's not exactly going to sheathe it when monsters could attack at any time.
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"AGH, demon dogs!" She was running, and trying to escape into the building.
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He tenses up, a lot, grip around his sword tightening until his knuckles are white.
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She panted a few times, her eyes glowing green at the moment in the dim light, and radiating PKE like a torch to any other ghosts or beings sensitive.
She wasn't yet aware of anybody else living nearby as she glanced around, trying to calm down.
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Steph shakes her head, venturing a little further towards the school. "Hey. Are you kids ok--"
oh. Closer look: not okay. Really. Not okay.
That's terrifying!
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She can't hurt them. They're kids.
At least, until the third lucky hit, which would have seriously damaged her bicep if she hadn't dodged it. Maybe they're not quite kids. At least, whatever they are, they're not defenceless, and that means she sortamaybedoesn't have to feel bad about tumbling, rolling and kicking, hard, buying herself space if nothing else.
Panting for breath and still clutching her makeshift club, she scrambles back to her feet.
Keep fighting the creepy dead kids, or hope that there's fewer things trying to kill her inside the school?
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