River Tam (i_feel) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-11-18 11:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | indiana jones, river tam, zombies |
waiting game (closed)
If Indiana Jones ever had a kid, he sort of wanted that kid to be like River Tam. Only... maybe she could be a few shades less absolutely insane.
It got anyone quite far with Indy to be able to take care of themself. Especially during what seemed to be (and Dr. Jones didn't have all the information, and didn't think anyone did) a zombie invasion.
He would have preferred Nazis.
River stood completely immobile, in the center of the room (Indy was pretty sure this had started off as a hotel lobby, but now there was shattered glass, a hanging flourescent bulb, dangling by a wire and casting a sick green glow on the place, and pulped pieces of front desk everywhere). A shotgun was on her shoulder, and he knew without even asking her that she had calculated the odds of a zombie coming in again, and that she had it under control.
She was this tiny little thing and she'd saved his life. Twice, already.
Indy had a gun in his hand, a knife on his belt and his whip... but he couldn't whip the head off of one of these things. He hadn't been dumb enough to try, but he had been too slow with the gun. And he'd been knocked to the ground. And out of nowhere, this little waif appeared, shot the zombie's head off, got him to his feet, and told him to run.
Indy had run. Arguing with a woman with a shotgun was never adviseable.
Indy figured that he could handle this, for the most part. It didn't shock him that something like this could happen. Indy, mostly, just didn't shock.
River shocked him, though. Boy did she ever. She reminded him of Marion...if Marion had been, y'know, kidnapped by the government and experimented on. And if Marion could pull thoughts out of his head.
Like now, for example.
"You're not thinking about the right things," River said, not taking her eye off the door or moving an inch.
Indy sighed, audibly. "Alright, kid. What should I be thinking about?"
"Crisis at hand."
Dr. Jones grinned. "The apocolypse seems to be stuck."
River smiled darkly, but Indy didn't see it. Her finger tightened on the trigger. Two blocks away, a dozen zombies turned toward where they were hiding. They probably didn't know it yet, but they were going to try to come in. And River was going to blow 7 of them apart.
"Five to you, Henry," River said.