Sydney Graves (itsjustastunt) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-07-05 00:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | mason, sydney |
WHO: Mason and Sydney
WHERE: Somewhere between the Firehouse and the Lodge.
WHEN: July 5th, 2015
WHAT: Sydney should really look before she goes swinging a weapon around. Mason winds up her poor victim.
The resort was gone. Lost to the fire and now they were all learning how to pick up the pieces and survive on this island while being scattered to the four winds. Or at least that’s what it felt like to Sydney. She had found herself at the fire station, found Carly there as well. Logan, though, she had landed somewhere else. It’s because of that very reason that she was currently making what some might call the treacherous trek from one safe house to another to see her sister. You did a lot of stupid things for family, right? Regardless, her fingers wrapped around the base of the baseball bat she had decided to bring along as a weapon. The Colt .45 she had begun to carry was tucked into the back of the waistband of her jeans. She was planning on not having to use it though, hence the baseball bat. If she encountered a zombie of some kind, she wanted to take it out as soundlessly as possible. Some could say she was more aptly trained to fight these suckers. Sydney didn’t necessarily agree. Stunts were all fake, expertly choreographed and supervised. Fighting zombies, well, that wasn’t. Which she was reminded of as she heard a rustling kind of noise off to her left and without much thought she turned and swung with the bat, the wooden weapon connecting with a solid body. A solid body that she realized was very much alive when dark eyes settled on the person - not zombie - she had just attacked. “Oh shit,” Sydney cursed, horror written across her features as she waited for her victim move, to react, to do something. |