charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
Charlie couldn't remember the first time she'd ever gotten into a fight. Her school career was littered with fistfights, the scrappy, undisciplined brawls of a teenager. She'd learned the fundamentals of boxing in the Marines, but even then, the movements had felt comfortable, like she already knew them and was remembering rather than learning them for the first time. Violence seemed to be something in her nature, whatever the form, from the satisfaction of lining up that perfect shot with a rifle to the adrenaline rush of landing a good, solid punch on someone's jaw.
Boxing was her violent poison of choice tonight, as usual. While she would have preferred taking potshots at zombies, ammo was fast becoming a precious commodity and she didn't intend to waste it. Not now. Not when they'd need the bullets for the Ellis crazies and the government motherfuckers they were planning to overthrow, so she settled for matches in the ring as a method of relaxation.
She was taking a brief water break when she heard someone ask about her by name. "Over here," Charlie called out to the stranger with a raised eyebrow, gesturing with one taped hand. "Can I help you?" Though her face was mostly impassive, her tone held wariness. This was someone she didn't know, and these were dangerous times. It was natural for anyone to be a tiny bit on edge.