Brennan Liam Patterson (scratchthesky) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2011-12-02 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2011 [12] december, rae |
WHO: Rae and Brennan
WHAT: They go out together to patrol the island (namely the pier) to assess the the possible threat of the large number of swimmers
WHERE: A pier on Liberty Island
WHEN: Friday, 1 December 2018, 11:50 pm
RATING: Medium/High (for violence)
STATUS: Complete.
The east side of the island was dark and silent, and not much had changed since the last time he was out this way. Though, by that, he really meant that, from where he was standing, it didn't look like any of the swimmers had made it to shore, which was a relief: if one could make it, the rest of them might be able to make it, and that could spell trouble, though if things started to get bad, hopefully Rae might be able to run back to the building and get a few more people to help them out.
Every once in a while, he would turn around and check on Rae, making sure she was still there and that she seemed okay. He may be a jerk, but he felt responsible for her now that they were out here, and he didn't want to compromise her life.
They were getting close to the pier, the first place he would expect to see any of the swimmers and he wanted to explain the plan he'd had running through his mind for most of the walk.
"If there are more than five of them out here, I'm going to need you to try to get back to the building, if you can do so safely." He stated, turning to her. "Okay?" He hoped he didn't sound patronizing, since that wasn't his intention.
He turned his attention back to the black horizon, throwing the beam of the flashlight onto the waves, looking for the swimmers he had spotted earlier. His stomach turned slightly when he didn't see any of them at first glance. "Be careful." He instructed, moving closer to the pier and the water. There was no way they were able to all disappear within the timeframe; they were good swimmers, but it was unlikely they'd have made it far enough away that he couldn't see them at all. His blood was starting to run cold and he grabbed a knife with a tight grip and kept walking forward.
He kept trying to figure out what was happening. They must have known the island was inhabited; it was completely unlikely that they'd abandon the area, and that left only two options: first, something else in the water might have gotten them (and he didn't really want to know what that might be) or second, at least some of them made it close to the pier and are either lying in wait like he feared, or trying to climb up onto the dock. He figured they wouldn't have made it to the other side of the island, and he had been checking for them the whole way over and he didn't see anything moving in the water.
That was until he caught sight of one flailing its arms about 50 feet from the dock. His entire body morphed into fight-mode, every muscle preparing itself for what now seemed inevitable. He wasn't sure how well these things could function outside of the water, but he wasn't planning on studying them, but that meant he had no idea of what to expect of their behavior. Most of the swimmers he had encountered on the island where taken care of before they reached land and the rest of his experience with the infected was with the land-based ones on his trips to the other safehouses in the city.
He turned around, checking behind Rae again to make sure that one wasn't trying to sneak up on them. Satisfied that there weren't any behind her, he fell back and kept himself closer, flashlight scanning the area for anymore that posed a more immediate threat.