ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴡᴀɴ (theurgy) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2021-02-02 00:53:00 |
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Emma's altruism only went so far. And this was largely not where it went to. However, with Morgan and her young brother at the building, Emma felt it was selfish enough for her to remain near there and direction monsters away, or kill them outright.
They did seem to spawn at an alarming rate. The more they were killed the more seemed to appear, which was, undoubtedly, going to become highly unmanagable very quickly. Goodland wasn't big by any stretch of the imagination. The more monsters that spawned the less space they'd have.
There were fires burning in numerous places; from attacks, from monsters, from the damage to cars and buildings, but Emma stood fast in maintaining a space aroun the apartments to be sure that nothing got too close.
The crack and pop of something hitting a building caught her attention, dust hitting the air from nearby just as she caught the sign of a row of buildings coming down, a collision setting off the domino effect. Not that she bothered too much, until she noticed where one specific part of building as about to land.
"Derek," the plum of smoke engulfed her just as the bricks fell, Emma too slow to reach the other side of the park before the building landed, ended up standing on top of the debris rather than intervening. "Shit."