|Angel Yardley (soawkward) wrote in immune_ic,|
@ 2013-04-11 20:24:00
|Entry tags:||# 2013  april, angel, regan|
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender
Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train
|Fear was a strange concept. Angel used to feel it all the time when she was little. Fear of the dark, fear of insects, fear of the monsters that lived under her bed and in her closet. All the typical fears children were known to have, Angel seemed to have them all. She was a nervous child, uncertain when it came to things that weren't familiar.|
Today, facing down her inevitable death, she wasn't so much afraid as she was resigned. No, she didn't want to die, but what was there left, really, to keep living for? A cousin who, for all she knew, had moved on from Sing Sing? A cousin she'd never been close with, but was the only surviving family member she knew a vague location of. It wasn't much.
But it was something.
Angel didn't intend to die today. Oh, she'd be okay with it, if it did happen, as long as it was on her own terms. Eaten alive wasn't her terms. It'd be awkward angling the blade, but she was certain she could end her own life with her katana.
If it came to that.
Really should've done a better job barricading that door. That was the calmest thought that registered in her head when she was roused from sleep by a violent banging on the door of the shop she'd taken shelter in. If she'd known that she was only a few blocks from Sing Sing, she would've pressed on, forced herself to make it before nightfall last night. She'd seen the compound in the distance, naturally. All those bright lights a beacon of hope. But she'd assumed it was farther away than it actually was.
That mistake, coupled with the piss-poor job she'd done sealing up all the exits, was being cursed as she struggled out of her sleeping bag, scrambling to the fire escape. There wasn't any time to grab anything but her weapon. Every second was precious.
The fire escape had seen much better days. It groaned under her weight as she descended and she let out a yell of surprise when the metal pulled loose from the bricks. Propelling herself backwards, Angel hit the ground on her ass, eyes widening as, a split second later, the rusted fire escape (in all its loud glory) hit the pavement a few feet away.
Angel had about two seconds for this to process before she realized she was surrounded by infected. She scrambled to her feet, wincing slightly at the ache in her backside, and moved to dodge around the slow moving zombies. She shoved her way through, shrugging off hands that groped at her shoulders.
However strong her efforts to escape, didn't quite match up to the lucky zombie that sank her teeth into Angel's shoulder blade. Angel screamed again, breaking into a run, too panicked to remember to use her katana.
Funny how one's perception of dying can change in one heart-stopping instant.