zanecavill (zanecavill) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-02-13 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2015-08-25, vianne, vianne and zane, zane |
Who: Vianne and Zane
When: Day 4, 10:12pm
Where: Outside the hotel
A curl of smoke rose from the tip of his cigarette, floating in the air before being swept away and pulled apart by a soft breeze Zane couldn't even feel against his skin; or maybe it had been his own breath that had caused it's demise. He shifted his weight, moving his cigarette to his right hand and pulling his left through his hair. He had half a mind to go inside and check on Charity's wound again, to see if the infection had bated at all, but it would be difficult to tell. Without a thermometer he couldn't pin point her temperature, aside from a vague "normal" or "too high" and he hated vague. She was the worst injury he'd seen so far from someone who was still alive, which made him wonder who else could be out there hiding, bleeding, and dying from the inside out.
He wondered if Ali was among them--just hurt somewhere with no one to help. The thought ate at him, nibbling like tiny teeth throughout the day, so much worse than a monster because thoughts could not be killed, only pushed back and walled away until they grew stronger and redoubled their efforts. No, he told himself, it was better to think she was gone, otherwise he would want to go out and look for her in a dead city when he hadn't been able to find her in almost ten years of a living one. But the thought of her being gone left him feeling equally miserable, as though he had somehow failed her: that he should have tried harder in all those years and been there now.
Zane took another long drag and turned the other way across the entrance of the hotel, gun fire opening up somewhere in the distance. He stopped and turned toward the sound, listening to the echo over the empty streets.