[It lunges at Wendy and she nearly dodges the attack - but it grabs at the back of her borrowed coat with inhumanly strong grip. She yelps as she’s pulled back, her feet slipping beneath her. She tries throwing her weight all around to break herself loose. All the movement, all the struggling. She even considers trying to slip the coat off her arms and run, but the monster is too strong and her efforts are ultimately wasted. Growling with frustration, she tries even harder than before. There’s a tearing sound and -
Wendy hits the floor, the map dropping from her grip and bouncing a few times on the marble before rolling away. There’s a sob of relief from her as she pushes up from the floor with her arms, rushing to pick herself up and go. But she ends up crawling instead. Her leg drags behind her, and it hurts to try and put pressure on her foot to stand. It doesn’t feel like a break - that much she can assume - but her ankle isn’t in good shape. She’s hissing between her teeth with discomfort, exasperated, chest heaving, utterly panicked. Not wanting to give up on her escape the slightest bit.
The creature is quick, but August is quicker. Wendy exhales the breath she didn’t know she was holding hostage once she sees him charge between her and the monster from over her shoulder. Visibly relaxes, but only for the briefest moment before she topples over and curls into a ball on her side. Arms over her head to hide her face, his torn coat much too big on her frame.
It’s scary. She’s scared. But he’s got it, right? He does things like this all the time. He’s a fighter. Removed from the action - that’s where she belongs. Getting too close, being stuck in the middle - it triggers something in her she can’t even begin to handle. A code black that wasn’t supposed to happen. Everything she knew gone in less than ten minutes. Trials are different because it’s a guarantee that nothing will go wrong for her. Everything else is a gamble. Why did she think she could get away with being so careless? They shouldn’t be here.
Her hands shift to cover her ears at the sounds of the zombie’s horrible screams and rapid fire, fingers trembling and catching in her hair. She doesn’t dare look up, even after the commotion is quieted. Focuses on her breathing instead, trying to lower her heart rate. Her chest feels tight, like the organ is bound to burst through at any moment. She stays like this until she hears him speak.]
I’m f-fine. [Wendy shakes her head - no, it didn’t hurt her. She just wiped out, tripping over her own feet. Ankle is probably sprained. Does she bother mentioning it? She doesn’t want to be a burden…
When she sits up, it’s slow and careful. Her eyes are red, some tear stains on her cheeks. But she throws her arms around his shoulders and practically pulls him down to the floor. No words, just the strongest hug she can muster.]
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Wendy hits the floor, the map dropping from her grip and bouncing a few times on the marble before rolling away. There’s a sob of relief from her as she pushes up from the floor with her arms, rushing to pick herself up and go. But she ends up crawling instead. Her leg drags behind her, and it hurts to try and put pressure on her foot to stand. It doesn’t feel like a break - that much she can assume - but her ankle isn’t in good shape. She’s hissing between her teeth with discomfort, exasperated, chest heaving, utterly panicked. Not wanting to give up on her escape the slightest bit.
The creature is quick, but August is quicker. Wendy exhales the breath she didn’t know she was holding hostage once she sees him charge between her and the monster from over her shoulder. Visibly relaxes, but only for the briefest moment before she topples over and curls into a ball on her side. Arms over her head to hide her face, his torn coat much too big on her frame.
It’s scary. She’s scared. But he’s got it, right? He does things like this all the time. He’s a fighter. Removed from the action - that’s where she belongs. Getting too close, being stuck in the middle - it triggers something in her she can’t even begin to handle. A code black that wasn’t supposed to happen. Everything she knew gone in less than ten minutes. Trials are different because it’s a guarantee that nothing will go wrong for her. Everything else is a gamble. Why did she think she could get away with being so careless? They shouldn’t be here.
Her hands shift to cover her ears at the sounds of the zombie’s horrible screams and rapid fire, fingers trembling and catching in her hair. She doesn’t dare look up, even after the commotion is quieted. Focuses on her breathing instead, trying to lower her heart rate. Her chest feels tight, like the organ is bound to burst through at any moment. She stays like this until she hears him speak.]
I’m f-fine. [Wendy shakes her head - no, it didn’t hurt her. She just wiped out, tripping over her own feet. Ankle is probably sprained. Does she bother mentioning it? She doesn’t want to be a burden…
When she sits up, it’s slow and careful. Her eyes are red, some tear stains on her cheeks. But she throws her arms around his shoulders and practically pulls him down to the floor. No words, just the strongest hug she can muster.]