River Tam (i_feel) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-11-24 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal lecter, river tam, zombies |
Worse (Hannibal)
Indiana Jones had survived.
River Tam had not.
When the dozen zombies fell on their hiding place, River took out 7 without blinking. Seven because she didn't have any rounds beyond that. Seven because that was all she could do, without getting in close. After knocking one in the head with the butt end of the shotgun in her hand, River had kicked one in the gut, across the room and into Indy's range. So fell eight.
But nine, ten, eleven and twelve all fell on Dr. Jones at about the same time, and River starting kicking. Two fell down. Indy shot another, and the last one whirled on her and bit into her arm, just above the elbow, ripping a chunk of her with its teeth before Indy could shoot it.
He'd looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, and River had shaken her head, stood slowly, and laughed just once.
"Hide," she said. "Don't let me find you."
She'd left the hotel and hidden, herself. Until, that is, it was over. Until it was over and she was gone. One of them. Worse than them-- an undead weapon with a dormant trigger capable of more damage than a 'normal' zombie. Incredibly strong, incredibly fast...
... and capable of reading minds.
River was hungry, and even now, the similarity to the Reavers did not occur to her. Why would it? All she was now was motor skills. Arms, legs, walking, moving...
... going right to the person, the thing, that could make her even more dangerous. Not even realizing, because her consciousness was gone.
When she found him, she stopped in front of him, head tilted, hair hanging forward.
Waiting.