Well, ****. Sylvie thought, as she saw a larger mutant,
probably the one that had been chasing her, suddenly ram into the
rock-thing that had been holding Cutter in it's grasp. Sylvie
quickly assessed the situation. It made high school drama look like
a dream. "Eep." Sylvie realized that this mutant, was probably
going to devour her. She stood frozen, too scared and hoping not to
be noticed. Who wouldn't? Her weapons probably wouldn't be able to
scratch that thing!
Atriox barked orders in his language. Solium and Polous suddenly
darted out from the trees. Solium ran straight towards Sylvie and
Polous towards Kioiki. Atriox himself would take care of this
boulder and then the human. He roared a challenge at them. They
wouldn't find it easy to escape this time around.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Sylvie didn't hesitate, as the most primal of her instincts won
against her fear. She ran as quickly as her legs would carry her,
and as far away as possible from the the mutant that was chasing
her. She dearly hoped Cutter wouldn't mind too much, but Sylvie
seriously did not want to become minced meat. Sylvie saw a small
alleyway and ran into the alleyway. The trees had grown up so thick
that she almost thought it was twilight already. Hopefully, the big
mutant wouldn't be able to demolish a whole building, because she
knew they were a wee too big to fit into the small alley, where
even she had trouble moving. It was so cramped, she could run yes,
but her arms couldn't open fully, only halfway.
(What does Solium look like? Please tell me he's not cute...)
(I'm not sure if this qualifies as 'cute' in your somewhat
messed up mind.)
Solium growled as he almost slammed into the building. He reached
his arm through the alley, but Sylvie was already too far away.
"Get back here!" he growled in perfectly understandable English.
"My Uncle will kill me!"
Cutter saw his chance and he ran. The rock-mutant had let him go
when the other one had slammed into him. He didn't know where he
was going, nor did he care as long as it was directly away from the
two mutants who would probably rip him into pieces once they were
done with each other.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Sylvie stopped running when it became clear that the mutant simply
couldn't crawl into the small alleyway. She knew it couldn't see
her, but at the same time she wondered why it didn't just blindly
fire into the alley. Brains, perhaps? Sylvie saw an intersection
and turned, just in case the mutant decided to open fire at her.
She'd have to find Cutter again....
Kioiki after sometime left the boulder and headed back to forest
followed by Canial.
Kioiki : hey Canial do you think they are like me ?
Canial shook her head in disbelief.
Kioiki : * uh c'mon !! *
Cutter ran. He ran through the streets, ducking in and out of the
alleys. He had to find somewhere to hunker down. There were
probably hundreds of other mutants in the city. He ran with his gun
out in front of him. The light slanting down to the streets was
green, filtering through the overgrown canopy which had grown
inside the city. He tried to stay as quiet as he could, years of
guerrilla campaign training kicking in.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
It saw Cutter strugle free of Dave's grasp. "Why must it be so hard
to find food?" It asked it's self. "Well, your next" it said to a
person that looked like a Sylvie. "Your going to be a great feast"
I grin.
(Umm.... Actually, Sylvie is far away from your location atm..
)
Sylvie walked quietly with her gun in front of her, she knew she
only had another clip of bullets so she shouldn't waste the
ammunition, but there could be hundreds of mutants walking around
and she didn't want to have to fight them.
Cutter leaned against a wall, catching his breath. Was he really
tired already? He blinked a few times to clear his thoughts. Water.
He needed water. He pulled out his canteen and drained it. There
we go. he thought as he felt the liquid flow down his throat.
He'd need more later, but it was most immediate needs first. He
wiped his mouth on his sleeve and continued running towards what
looked like a large shopping mall.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Sylvie kept walking, knowing that the mutant couldn't follow her.
That, was one of the perks of being small, especially in cities
like these. Sylvie kept walking until she found herself at the mall
she had previously seen, or at the very least its side entrance.
Sylvie realized that she would probably be able to find food
inside. With that thought, and the mutant no longer pursuing her,
Sylvie decided to go inside. The automatic glass doors no longer
worked, but when she tested them out Sylvie found that the doors
could slide on their own, the mechanisms which caused to doors to
move and stand still had been broken for who knows how long. There
was a thick layer of dust over much of the stuff, while others were
completely overgrown. There was a supermarket, a few restaurants
and cafe, and a deactivated fountain in the middle, the water green
from algae. Sylvie looked at the open second floor. More cafes,
more restaurants, a fashion shop (too bad all the clothes have
rotted by now!). Nothing particularly useful. Sylvie decided to
search the supermarket first, hopefully there would be a few canned
goods there.
Cutter jogged up to the main entrance. It was a matter of seconds
before he had forced his way inside. He took in his surroundings.
It had a kind of unrealistic beauty to it, the natural green and
brown hues blending so perfectly with the complex's modern white
and blacks, all bathed in a soft yellow sunlight filtering in from
the shattered glass dome overhead. He shook himself from his
thoughts. He needed to find food. He went directly for a store over
to his right.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
To her surprise, the supermarket was actually pretty neat, all
things considered. The meat had all gone horribly bad, and it
almost made her puke, thankfully that taught her to avoid the
vegetable section at all costs. Eventually Sylvie found the canned
goods section. Unfortunately, most of them had expired - there were
a few that were still good for a short amount of time. Without
thinking much about it, Sylvie swiped a few and actually used her
knife to open the can of peas, wiping the knife clean afterwards.
She sniffed it cautiously. They were still good. No spoon needed,
she drank the whole can as if the contents were water. When Sylvie
had finished, she eyed the cans, and took a few more, in case she
met up with Cutter again.
The foul stench of rotting meat hit his nostrils long before he had
entered the supermarket. He wasn't surprised, but wasn't entirely
prepared. His brain seemed to be doing it's best to make him throw
up on an empty stomach. He cleared his mind of these thoughts and
sighed. It was unlikely that he'd find any fresh food in any
supermarket now. And still, he had his pistol at eye-level. With
difficulty, he lowered. There were no immediate threat present.
Constantly keeping your finger on the trigger was just asking for
trouble.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Sylvie heard someone enter the supermarket. Quietly, she made her
way to where to footsteps were. She easily recognized Cutter, of
course. Thankfully, he didn't have his gun pointed straight in
front. But Sylvie knew the marine could easily whip it out at any
moment. "Cutter, please don't shoot me." Sylvie vocalized, knowing
he'd probably point the gun at her anyways. She couldn't blame him,
being chased by mutants was definitely going to get your adrenaline
going.
"Damn, you get around." Cutter raised an eyebrow, half impressed,
half annoyed. "Manage to shake 'em?" he asked. The answer was
probably yes, or else she'd probably be running for her life. But
then it occured to him that she might've been hiding from the
mutants.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Haha. And yes, I have. Lost gorrila guy in an alley. Nice seeing
you too, Cutter." Sylvie replied. "Are you hungry or something? I
managed to find some canned food that isn't bad, it's surprisingly
pretty decent." Sylvie offered, knowing full well Cutter had lost
the mutant.