Kendra Young (icallitmrpointy) wrote in screams_threads, @ 2014-04-05 18:26:00 |
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Kendra was a slayer. This kind of thing was her job. She knew how to handle herself, but most of all she was used to be thrown into situations and having to find her own way out. She knew how to adjust quickly to surroundings. It was part of her training. She stood up from the sand, brushing herself off. Looking around she realized it was somewhere she had never been. Kendra made her way down the beach, checking out her surroundings. She pulled out her stake, wanting to be ready for a fight. She knew it was daylight at the moment, but since anything seemed to be possible in this place she had to be ready. She didn't sense any vampires, but she knew better than most that they could pop up at any time. The more she walked the more she realized there really wasn't an end to this place. It was an island and getting off it wasn't an option at the moment. With that revelation she decided the best thing to do was find somewhere that could be used as a base of sorts. She had to be find a defensible place that could also house others in case she found survivors. She ignored the sound of the waves and the jungle. She had other things to focus on at the moment. She made her way up the beach, heading for the woods when she spotted another young woman. She wondered if that person was a civilian or a threat. There was only one way to find out. She put her stake back in the boot she wore and then she made her way over to the woman. There was something familiar in the way she moved. She could tell the woman wasn't a vampire, but there was something more to her. She wasn't just any human. "Hi. My name is Kendra..." she said, with a friendly tone. |