Kira Stelman (memento_mori_) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-07-22 11:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | wisdom |
Zombie Apocalypse! Sort of.
Who: Shoud, Wisdom
What: A desperate cry for help
When: Friday evening
Where: Haven, out in a clearing in the back woods
Warnings: Violence, zombies, character death
The clearing out past the range was where she'd finally run out of breath, now sitting and gasping for air. The creatures were still coming. She could feel them, her powers out of control and powering them to numbers and mobility that she had never seen before. At least they were coming to her, which was the reason she had run away from the main buildings. People didn't need to see this.
When she finally stopped, though, she pulled out her cellphone. Shroud knew Wisdom's phone number by heart at this point, and regardless of if he picked up or if it went to voicemail, the message was much the same. A quick, gasped plea for help, something about her powers being out of control, and that he needed to bring some guns. As almost an afterthought, she gave a general location: "That one big clearing out near the range." Hopefully he knew where it was, or at least could find it. She didn't know how long until her own creations reached her, or what would happen when they did.