Melissa Gold (doremimi) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-09-25 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel: comics: melissa gold |
Who: Melissa Gold
When: Early Day 2
Where: Cave H
What: Mimi enters the Cave of Bones and discovers a new friend. It all goes downhill from there.
Warnings: Hunger Games, injury
Mimi woke without realizing she had drifted off or how much time had passed at all, but she was thankful for the rest. And more importantly, that nobody had managed to find her during it. Though being killed in her sleep would at least be preferable to... No, she wasn't going to get herself worked up again. Panic prevented clear thinking, and she choked down a sob as the events from the day before came flooding back. It wasn't over yet. Anywhere close, though she had no idea how many were even left. She stood to stretch, joints cracking in response, back a bit stiff from the odd propped up position she'd fallen asleep in. Without any sunlight to separate the days from nights, no way to tell time at all, Mimi realized that this would become disorienting quickly. She couldn't let it get to her. After eating a few bites of the salmon jerky to keep her energy and spirits up, Mimi grabbed her sword and backpack and decided to venture forward in search of water. The Cornucopia might be empty by now, but that water surrounding it was questionable, even if treated with the iodine. Her mouth felt dry, and it was essential to any long term survival that she find some soon. Just a few more turns, and it was much sooner than she expected that Mimi reached an opening into a new cavern. The ground was dry and gravelly, which wasn't a good sign in her search. As she glanced down to the crunching underneath her boots, Mimi was horrified to discover the bones scattered everywhere. Piles of them. That was an even worse sign. Mimi stilled and held her breath, listening carefully for anything else that might be ready to jump out at her. There was a strange chewing and gnashing sound nearby, she could only guess some sort of monster slobbering away on one of the bones from its freshest kill. Some sort of monster that would happily be gnawing on her next if she didn't act quickly. Swinging around to take on her next enemy, Mimi was faced instead with... a dog. She wasn't too familiar with breeds, but it was a white one with droopy jowls and a wagging stub of a tail as it looked happily back up at her. That meant it was friendly. Right? She supposed dogs liked bones, that was a thing. In that context, it made this creepy death cave slightly less so disturbing. The white dog waddled over, tongue lazily hanging out of its , and... well, it had big eyes and sorta a dopey dumb look on its face that she trusted enough not to attack her. Dropping her guard and bending low, Mimi reached her palm out for the dog to sniff. If it managed to survive down here, then there had to be some sort of water source not too far off. Maybe she could find some way for it to lead her to it, but she really never had a pet. Didn't know how to properly train or command them. As she considered, Mimi gave the dog an experimental scratch behind the ears, and smiled softly in response that it seemed to enjoy it. But she quickly withdrew her hand in confusion as the dog began to whine, her eyebrows drawing together. Had she scratched too hard? But the whining grew louder, and she realized the dog was backing away, its attention on something behind her that made the shadows grow even darker. Fuck. She didn't know a name for the creature that attacked, beyond some vague idea of a dragon from her brief glimpse of its massive body. Red eyes, gnarly teeth, and Mimi was barely able to dodge in time as it lashed out at her, stumbling to the ground with the weight of her bag throwing off her momentum. Maybe keeping the cast iron skillet was a bad idea after all. She dropped the bag from her shoulders and rolled to the side just in time to avoid another swipe from the creature's spiked tail. The dog whimpered and cowered behind a pile of bones, and the dragon's attention turned on it just long enough for Mimi to get back to her feet, striking out at the hodag right as it snapped its powerful jaws at the dog. She barely managed to scratch through its tough scales, but at least it gave the dog a chance to run off, out of sight. Mimi however wasn't so lucky, taking a blow straight to the stomach from the hodag's tail, the sharp spines ripping through the layers of her jumpsuit and leaving deep gashes in her abdomen. Mimi stumbled back, gasping loudly through the pain, and almost dropped her sword as her body tried to curl into itself to protect the exposed wound. Through blurry vision, she swung out at the hodag again with strength only adrenaline allowed, feeling the sword give some resistance as it ripped through the thick flesh of its leg, felt the wet splatter of blood as it roared back at her, deafening and... god, she really shouldn't be thinking of Hank. She gave the sword a sharp twist and tug to pull it back out, trying to steady her footing to attack again. But it was already limping its retreat away from her, which meant she had a chance to get away. Mimi almost left the heavy bag behind, but her first aid and suture kits were in it, and with how fuzzy she was already feeling from the blood loss, she knew she was going to need patching up. Fast. There was another tunnel leading out, and Mimi managed to drag the bag into it, through it, just far enough way for her to hope that she wouldn't be pursued. And as her footsteps hit a splash of water, Mimi dropped to the ground with a pained whimper. There was no way she was swimming. She had to stop here. There wasn't much time to catch her breath, fumbling with the zipper of her bag and rifling through the first aid kit she pulled out after a bit of digging. She tugged down the top of the jumpsuit, hissing as fabric pulled away from the cut and yanked up her shirt to expose her her stomach. Using her froglight, she assessed the damage. Yeah, that was bad. Mimi blinked a few times, trying to refocus. What next? What the fuck. No, don't get nauseous. She had to clean it out first. Weird cave infections, she reminded herself. Something cold and wet nudged her arm, and Mimi startled, ready to lash out until she realized it was the dog she had saved. It had followed her, and she thought of shooing it away, but... somehow it felt comforting not to be alone right now. If she was going to die, she didn't want to be alone. And maybe it would alert her if something was coming, not that there was much she could do against it in this condition, knowing she might be stuck here for several days. She allowed the dog to curl up beside her as she went through the process of bandaging her wound, and some time later eventually drifted off with its warm body pillowing her head. |