Who: Octavia and David What: Meeting and fighting zombies When: Bendy times Where: In the wilderness Warnings: Killing zombies
Octavia didn't know how she let her guard down. Day in and day out, she was either in town, in the library, or she was going house to house to get what she could to bring it back to Bellamy and the others. These days she was wandering off by herself and she would end the day with sitting on a cabin in the wilderness, reading. Today it wasn't a love sick lion though that she was reading about. She found books on a detective who searched out serial killers. Octavia found herself so into the book that she didn't realize that a horde of zombies was slugging their way over to her.
She didn't have a gun. Only her knife and she slowly put the book down. "Shit," she muttered to herself and picked herself up as she looked down below. It would have been smart to stay on the roof. Bellamy would have told her to stay on the roof. Maybe they would pass. Maybe it wasn't her they were after. But that was proven wrong when they tried and failed to climb the cabin to get to her.
"How did they know that ..." She trailed off and checked herself over and that's when she noticed it when she lifted up her pant leg. There was still wet blood on her calf that she didn't notice at all. Blood. It wasn't a gnash and it wasn't deep, but it produced enough blood to be noticed.
At least it wasn't vampires.
Pulling out her knife from her bag she began walking toward the side of the house where they weren't at and began to climb down. Suddenly she felt hands on her hips as they grabbed her and set her on the ground. She turned around quickly, ready to aim for the head when she stopped herself suddenly.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asked, giving him a look. It was David, the vampire she spoke to on the network. "And why are you here?" She didn't have time for this. She swung the bag over her shoulder and looked around him. A zombie. There were more where that came from.