Lydia Stone (putalydonit) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-04-01 01:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | bea, lydia |
WHO: Lydia and Bea
WHERE: Cannibal camp; jungle
WHEN: March 31, 2015; late afternoon
WHAT: Taking out some cannibals and dealing with the aftermath.
Bodies littered the ground around the campsite, blood pooling in patches and turning the earth a darker shade of brown. These weren’t the stains and remnants from reanimated corpses, no. These had been people. Cannibals, true, but living and breathing people. The infection hadn’t killed this group of men and women. Humans had killed this group. Lydia sat on the stump of a tree near the fire pit, fighting off the effects of shock while one of their group tended to her hand. Little pain was present, but her vision had been swirling too much for her to stand. She let her eyes slide closed, granting a short reprieve from the death surrounding her and giving a moment for her body to recuperate from the initial blood loss. The fingernails of her good hand dug into the bark of the makeshift seat. She hissed and opened her eyes wide when the bandage was suddenly wrapped too tightly. “Easy,” was snapped at the guy, whose name didn’t instantly register. She snatched her hand back and held it to her, turning her gaze away and in search of the rest of their group. Lydia’s eyes fell to the knife first, its blade coated in her own blood, the weapon that would’ve done more damage to her face if she hadn’t thrown up a hand to block it. She flicked her eyes up to focus on the group instead. Everyone else was engaged in various states of collecting themselves. Some scouting the perimeter, in case they’d missed a cannibal or a zombie happened to be lured by all the calamity of the past half hour. Others were, like her, receiving medical attention for various wounds. Spotting Bea, Lydia tossed up her free hand to wave. Each member of their small group had been terrorized by the man-eaters in some way, but it was Bea she’d been held captive with. The other woman had been an invaluable partner in seeing this insane plan through. Raising her brows brought attention to the sticky blood on her face, and she used her forearm to wipe some of it away. Red blood, not the usual gore from infected corpses. It wasn’t the first time Lydia had been covered in blood… but it was the first time murder was the reason. “Find any more around?” She asked when her friend was near. “Couldn’t tell if any made a run for it when we ambushed them.” |