Bea Albrecht (whybeapolite) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-08-25 22:53:00 |
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Bea wasn’t really sure if it was bravery or stupidity that had brought them to the outskirts of the little island city of Haven. Probably a little of both. Logan wasn’t anywhere near 100% after the Basso thing, but there were too many people around the hotel for Bea to feel comfortable taking target practice with the zombies over there. Her aim was still pretty shitty. It wasn’t like she twisted Logan’s arm either to come out with her. And they weren’t really walking the streets. They’d camped themselves out in a spot that had decent enough coverage where they weren’t going to get snuck up on by the undead. Watching one way was a lot easier than watching two. It almost meant Bea didn’t have to worry as much while she went to retrieve her arrows from the corpses. She had already bruised her hand up pretty damn good, but she still had all the tips of her fingers, so she wasn’t counting herself as a complete dumbass. Logan might have a different take on it. Another body came into her line of sight, and she took a deep, quiet breath as she bent at the waist to cock her crossbow. Silently she wondered if every damn crossbow was as hard as this one to get set up, or if she really was that much of a city dweller. “If I can’t get the damn thing between the eyes, I’m done,” she muttered as she lifted the crossbow up to line up her shot. If she was ever going to be any good with the thing she needed to learn how to do all this a hell of a lot faster. Zombies weren’t going to wait for her to be ready. She exhaled and released, cursing a blue streak when the arrow went wide and embedded behind the zombie, that was headed their direction because it had been attracted by the noise she’d made. “I fucking hate this, Graves.” Not like she’d get sympathy. Dropping the bow she pulled her knife from her boot and slid it into the skull of the zombie as she booked it to retrieve her arrow. She’d killed more of the zombies with her knife than the crossbow by this point. “How the hell does every damn person carrying one of those around make it look so fucking bad ass?” She only just restrained herself from kicking the thing, but only because she knew she’d want it later and regret if she did any permanent damage. |