|i_amgentle (i_amgentle) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2008-11-05 18:10:00
|Entry tags:||harleen quinzel, susan pevensie, zombies|
Newly Arrived Queen Seeking Shelter (attn: good guys and non zombies)
Susan Pevensie had found herself in a dark alley with only her bow and arrows, but she knew something had to be amiss. "Feels like the White Witch" as she slung the quiver onto one shoulder and ventured beyond the safety of the alley (which she saw was behind some sort of place selling food). She only knew this place was not her native England or even Narnia but she would not let anyone see how scared she actually was. The young queen moved with a sense of purpose as she slipped one arrow into her bow, having a weird feeling she would be back in battle.
Her feeling was correct.
Within a few short minutes Susan was ankle deep in a battle against zombies, something she had never seen before. But something in her knew one thing, she had to find someplace safe and fast! But anyone could see the young woman was a crack shot, abet with a semi unusual choice of weapons of course. As she dove into a doorway to fire off another shot she found herself in a sporting goods store. "Well I do need to restock the arrow supply" finding just enough cash to restock her quiver with her choice of arrows (complete with red feather tips). As she restocked she sent a few more arrows flying right into various zombies and dove into another entryway. This was kinda fun but getting very old very fast. But the music blaring from a nearby radio gave her just enough time to slip away and send a few more arrows flying in the process.
The whole time she was thinking of one thing,*Oh Aslan! Point me to a haven of some sort! Point me to the local version of the How!*