InsaneJournal

WHO: Kate Bishop & Open
WHERE: The city
WHEN: Sunday Night
WARNINGS: Mentions of minor injuries.
SPOILERS? N/A


It had been twenty-four hours at most. Perhaps just reaching past it. The streets were beginning to look empty save for a few brave souls. The debris was beginning to build and Kate? Kate was smack in the middle of it all.

There was no need for her to be out in the thick of the ravenous creatures, but here she was. There was a new nick on her bow from a stray claw. It had gotten to her before the arrow managed to slow it adding a jagged cut on her cheek.

She did not have the make-up to cover that mess but she never seemed to. Another battle scar to add to the list. Kate had them, counted them when she was bored, considered filing them away but that was a bit much. She wasn't that weird.

The water bottle from the emergency go-bag she'd found was nearly empty. That had been Kate's sign to start back toward the apartment building. Kicking bits and pieces of crushed blacktop and cement out of her way, Kate froze. She hated that feeling. The cold and uncomfortable feeling of eyes on you. Friendly or not, it just wasn't nice.

Her fingers twitched briefly before two arrows were knocked and aimed toward darkness. Evening her breath and calming her pulse, Kate waited. She'd wait until her feet hurt from standing still; until her arms ached and her shoulder was numb.

The chilled air stung the cuts and scrapes, but Kate stood her ground.

"You got thirty seconds before I pin your creeper ass to the wall! Or whatever's behind you in that dark area space!"

Unless it was a creature. Then they had even less.