April Nichols (lostlittlelamb) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-16 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [11] november, april, lucas |
WHO: April and Luke
WHEN: [Forward-dated] November 17th, 2019; Early Morning - 1AM
WHAT: Long awaited reunion of the Nichols twins.
WHERE: Route 9A - Ossining.
RATING: Medium, maybe?
It was time to move on. That's what had April walking the expanse of Route 9A in the middle of the night. She couldn't stay in that building any longer and life was boring when your only companion was a headless dead guy in the corner of the room. Plus, it was just getting downright creepy to stay in that space with him and she wasn't strong enough to haul the body out of the room. So she left. Never once did it dawn on her that 1AM was not the time of night to be moving about zombie country, or to be attempting the obstacle course that was Route 9A. She didn't remember so many abandoned cars on their way into Ossining - but that didn't mean they hadn't been there. This had been meant to be an adventure. A search to find Luke - hopefully. Now it was just turning into an endless journey, and not even a fun one. Her katana was a comforting weight against her back as she slipped in between two abandoned cars and stepped over what looked to be a dearly departed member of the undead. Her hand found it's way to the handle of her tomahawk, just in case. Sometimes what you thought was dead, wasn't really dead. This one was though, so with a sigh of relief April quickened her pace while still attempting to go unnoticed by anyone and anything else that might be traversing Route 9A currently. What the hell? There was a flash of light and April instinctually froze. Zombies don't throw fireballs, which could only mean one thing - someone else was out here. Quietly she moved forward towards the fireball thrower. The thought never occurring to her that a wise person would turn and go in the opposite direction - that people out at this time might not be the kind of people she would want to cross paths with. Pulling the hood up on her jacket and her katana out of it's sheath, she continued her path towards the shadowed figure with the fiery weapon. Crunch Shit. April's whole body tensed as she braced for whether or not the person with the highly flammable weapon would notice the crunch noise that the glass bottle made as her foot landed on it. April's grip on her katana tightened and her heart rate speed up as the seconds ticked by. Maybe the shadowed figure hadn't heard the noise... |