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Artemis
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Under any other circumstances, Blake would've laughed and made a sarcastic remark at Kit's less than graceful exit. Now wasn't the time. A makeshift can bomb was about to off, the infected would probably bull rush to the sound, and the looters would not take to kindly to it either. She hoped the explosion would take care of them. Less infected for humanity to deal with, and it was ... a bad way to go. The infection.
Feeling the contact from Kit, Blake didn't waste a second as she moved to where Kit told her to go.
Just as she made it across the patchy plank, Blake jumped from the sound of the can going off. She hated the sound of explosions, but hell were they effective. She turned around and saw Kit hit the roof. Extending a hand to help her up, Kit was already moving. Blake noted the blood on her face. Tis but a flesh wound Blake quoted from one of her favorite movies. She'd live.
Hefting her back further onto her back, Blake surprisingly had everything. Everything but her book. She wanted to go back for the silly stupid thing, but that was suicide. She could find more books. Lord knows libraries weren't top pick for looters. Keeping her bow handy, her axe clung tightly to her makeshift strap she made for it. Her thoughts returned to the early days. She could barely move with the weight. Compare it to now? It was like her second skin. Hump rather.
Stopping for a breather, they were a fair distance away from the house. Blake heard the cries from the looters. She didn't feel bad. She didn't have an opinion either. She was a looter too. Difference? Kit didn't kill her, and she wasn't really trying to steal. Her priorities were safety and sleep.
Hearing Kit's comment about another hiding spot, Blake simply followed after her. She was sleepy. She didn't care who she followed. Blake just wanted to sleep.
The 'not too far' place took quite the journey.
Moving from rooftop to rooftop, Blake thought Kit's distance gauge was severely screwed. The house they were in was long gone from view, and the infected hadn't caught on to them yet. Thank goodness.
Seeing Kit drop down into a window of a house, Blake followed as well. There was no need for words as she followed Kit. Coming to a basement, Blake hoped there was another way out. She stayed out of basements for a reason. From what she saw from Kit's barricades though, she figured the woman was thorough as well.
Entering the door, she locked it behind her as she looked throughout the small space. It reminded her of one of those fall out shelters. Not a nice one. A homemade one on a severe budget. There were barren shelves and a small table with a radio of some type of in. Blake spotted a lamp as well. There were two other doors. Presumably a living space and god knew what else. She'd explore later.
Dropping her pack, Blake slid down the wall. Resting her head back against the metal, she closed her eyes. "... I left my book."[/hr]
Feeling the contact from Kit, Blake didn't waste a second as she moved to where Kit told her to go.
Just as she made it across the patchy plank, Blake jumped from the sound of the can going off. She hated the sound of explosions, but hell were they effective. She turned around and saw Kit hit the roof. Extending a hand to help her up, Kit was already moving. Blake noted the blood on her face. Tis but a flesh wound Blake quoted from one of her favorite movies. She'd live.
Hefting her back further onto her back, Blake surprisingly had everything. Everything but her book. She wanted to go back for the silly stupid thing, but that was suicide. She could find more books. Lord knows libraries weren't top pick for looters. Keeping her bow handy, her axe clung tightly to her makeshift strap she made for it. Her thoughts returned to the early days. She could barely move with the weight. Compare it to now? It was like her second skin. Hump rather.
Stopping for a breather, they were a fair distance away from the house. Blake heard the cries from the looters. She didn't feel bad. She didn't have an opinion either. She was a looter too. Difference? Kit didn't kill her, and she wasn't really trying to steal. Her priorities were safety and sleep.
Hearing Kit's comment about another hiding spot, Blake simply followed after her. She was sleepy. She didn't care who she followed. Blake just wanted to sleep.
The 'not too far' place took quite the journey.
Moving from rooftop to rooftop, Blake thought Kit's distance gauge was severely screwed. The house they were in was long gone from view, and the infected hadn't caught on to them yet. Thank goodness.
Seeing Kit drop down into a window of a house, Blake followed as well. There was no need for words as she followed Kit. Coming to a basement, Blake hoped there was another way out. She stayed out of basements for a reason. From what she saw from Kit's barricades though, she figured the woman was thorough as well.
Entering the door, she locked it behind her as she looked throughout the small space. It reminded her of one of those fall out shelters. Not a nice one. A homemade one on a severe budget. There were barren shelves and a small table with a radio of some type of in. Blake spotted a lamp as well. There were two other doors. Presumably a living space and god knew what else. She'd explore later.
Dropping her pack, Blake slid down the wall. Resting her head back against the metal, she closed her eyes. "... I left my book."[/hr]