charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
She tried desperately to reach her firearm, attempting to squirm herself closer to where it had slid, but it was no use. Her pistol was out of her reach, and the best she could do without it was kick and push at the thing in an effort to keep its jaws away from her neck. Well this is an embarrassing fuckin' way to go, Charlie thought to herself, closing her eyes and bracing for the inevitable tearing feeling of teeth into her throat. Of all the fucking things... killed by a leaper because she'd gotten herself a little too eager about goddamn cigars and had forgotten to check the ceilings.
But the bite never came.
Instead, she heard the jingle of the little bell above the door as it crashed open and felt a woosh of air, and suddenly the weight of the leaper was gone. Her eyes blinked open in confusion, only to see Rodeo beating the damn thing to death with a log. Dammit, she swore to herself, rolling over far enough to grab her pistol back. Now she'd never hear the end of this.
Still, she couldn't help laughing when he called the leaper a 'hillbilly piece of shit'. It was kind of like the pot calling the kettle black, in her opinion, but then again she was a Northerner so it might have just been a little bit of regional prejudice. "I'm fine. Had it under fucking control," she joked, pointedly not taking his hand to get up. The leaper had scratched her face and arms pretty good, but it took way more than that to put her out of commission. "Just getting its guard down or some shit like that."