The Streets, 9:12pm
J i l l
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit. God fucking Damn it Mira." A harsh voice swore under her breath against the loud clash of roaring thunder and violent snarling in the background. It was raining, something they hadn't anticipated, then again nothing that was occurring right now was something that they anticipated. The storm, the darkness, the danger. They hadn't prepared for being caught outside in the night with the creatures from hell...in a thunderstorm. All they were going to do was scavenge for some water, but of course something just -had- to go wrong for them while Mira was out. Mira had fainted from the heat, out in the open, for anybody or anything to do god knows what to her. She had laid there out in the open until dusk, and nearly got them both killed. If Mira hadn't woken up to the small hoard of hellions she would have died, and Jill along with her. The suddenness of it was enough to trigger Jill and take the lead for the both of them. Unfortunately, they were a long way away from their crows nest on the tenth floor of their psychiatric building. Since it was nearing dark, the hoard began to pick up in speed as she ran from them, and soon enough it had grown pitch black and she couldn't help but feel as if the hoard was on her heels with how loud their roars and snarls were.
"I'm so sorry Jill..." A voice rang out to Jill as her light brown boots, stained red and dark brown from skull smashing and muddied water, hit the pavement hard. She ignored the voice, shaking her head, and focusing on where she was running. It was so hard to see where she was going due to the rain blurring her vision, and the sheer darkness of night. If she wasn't careful she could very well run straight into an infected. Her matted and wet rustic brown hair clung to her face and back as she ran through the storm. The occasional flash of lightening her only source of light to see where she was going. She could faintly see the two bodies running towards her with another flash of lightening, and she gripped the handle of Lucy, her tomahawk, with her left hand. Her body tensed as she could hear them get closer, and when their bodies collided she pushed one to the ground away from her. She lost balance, but used this to pivot and swing her left arm down on the second creature in her path. Unfortunately, with the second flash of lightening she could see that she had missed the head, and wedged the blade into the man's shoulder.
"Shit!" Jill swore again as she slammed her foot into the gut of the creature and pushed him back, while her blade was pulled out of the arm socket. She dashed forward quickly, twisting her hand slightly so the blade was facing upwards, she swung up. The creature was smart though, and staggered away from the blade. At this point the first god forsaken beast had got back on it's feet to enter the fight. Jill began to feel the adrenaline course through her veins as the violent growls of the hoard she was originally running from began to close in on her. If she did not end this fight soon she would be dead. Timing just right, she dodged their attacks until she could actually grip onto one of them, hold them in place, and then bring down her tomahawk's blade. She buried the blade deep into the skull of the second creature, then pushed it's corpse into the first creature before spinning on the heel of her boots and fleeing. "Just around the corner and down two blocks. You're almost there. Don't. Stop." Jill hissed at herself, pushing her to keep moving. She darted to the light post at the corner of the street, and used that to swing her body around the sharp turn and push her body forward in the new direction. Her shoes splashed through the puddles noisily, soaking her feet, but she did not care. All she cared about was reaching safety. The lightening flashed again, and in the distance she could see the rope swaying with the harsh winds. She just had to reach it, and the climb up to safety. Though she never had to do that while it was storming, and the ten feet climb would be quite the task because of it. She ran down the first block, and took notice that she was beginning to run out of breath and slow down. She refused to falter though, she couldn't falter. If she stopped her current pace she wouldn't make it. Eventually she had ran down the second block, the rope almost within grasp. Reaching the rope she shoved her tomahawk away; her hands and legs quickly went to work as she dexterously clambered up the thick rope. When she was well of the ground, she looked down to see if any of the hellions had found her. There was nothing. Jill let out a sigh of relief and continued her rough ascending of the psychiatric building. A good twenty minute to forty-five minute climb. As she passed the sixth floor she stopped again, and released the rope with one hand. Positioning her feet against the glass and tightly gripping the rope with her right hand, Jill Hung on for dear life as she used her left hand to wrap the rope around her waist. She kept wrapping it and wrapping it until she was sure nobody else would be able to reach the end of the rope and follow after her. That little task took her an extra ten minutes to do, and it was dangerous since it was storming, but she wanted to be sure that absolutely nothing could climb up after her. Securing that end of the rope, she looked back up at how far she still had to go. Still a long way until reaching the nest. A strong gust of wind bellowed against her frame and caused her foot to slip off the side of the building. She gasped and clung to the rope in a panic, and dangled there briefly before gaining her nerves once again and continuing her climb. One foot forward, one hand upward, second foot forward, second hand forward, she kept moving up at a steady pace, and with in a half hour Jill had successfully reached their nest and heaved her body through the window. Jill let out a sigh of relief and sat beside the window, her back pressed against the wall as she relaxed her muscles, until she gained her breath. Her work still wasn't done. She still had to pull the rest of the rope up and into the room with her. She stood up straight, and slipped the rope downward off her waist. It fell into a neat coil, and she stepped out of it easily. Though when she did so, the rope heavy from the rain began to uncoil and slide back out the window.
"Should have held onto it." The voice from earlier rang out inside Jill's mind. Jill simply sighed in annoyance finally acknowledging the voice, her other half, and former owner of the current body Jill now possessed. They were two people in the same body. There was the girl named Mira, who was the original owner of their body and born with a split personality disorder. Then there was Jill, the second personality that developed with in Mira's mind. Mira and Jill were close, but had their troubles. Mira blatantly ignored Jill for a good portion of their lives, and kept her a secret from others. She even went as far as kept Jill locked away at the back of her mind, never allowing Jill to take control for simple relief. This caused Jill to develop a deep hatred towards Mira, and the people around her. Unfortunately, Jill realized a long time ago that if she were to ever get what she in life, she would have to work together with Mira to accomplish it. Though this didn't make her any happier.
"Shut up Mira." Jill muttered, her words dripping with agitation and hate. The girl ran her long skinny digits through her wet hair, brushing back the wet strands so they were no longer clung to her cheeks. Jill looked out the window down the the pavement below. Everything was so much smaller in their nest. Jill sort of liked that.
"Maybe we should keep the rope down so other survivors can climb it for safety?" Mira spoke up softly once again.
"Don't be stupid Mira. We don't know if the creatures can climb it too. We have to pull it back up." Jill retaliated.
((If anyone wants they can use that rope as a means to get up and ultimately meet Mira and Jill. I'm thinking that the two get in an argument and don't notice that the rope is shifting due to someone climbing up it. Then when they're close to the nest, Jill will notice and try to cut the rope with her tomahawk but Mira immediately takes control of her body to stop her. That's only if anyone wants to use that option. If nobody goes for it, I will bring up the rope in my next post.))