- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm an afternoon and 1am poster lmao
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- - Horror
- Paranormal
- Supernatural
- Biblical
- Sci Fi
- World War I II
- Roman / Greek
- 80s / 90s
- Romance
- Occult
The jerk on Emily's waistband made her heart jump. She hissed at Mac, glaring at him. In hindsight, he stopped her from going guns blazing into death, but she didn't think about that. She knelt down, trigger ready. She gripped her gun tight, ready to fire as she watched everyone prepare too. Expecting more than a vomiting man to turn the corner, Emily cringed as she watched him. Gross. Mac did the right thing, now she was ready to get rid of the rest. Especially now she knew that the people hiding behind the corner were probably raiders.
Emily nodded at Taner, as he threw the grenade. She didn't flinch when the explosion went off, alerting the living that they weren't alone. She heard the confused and angry voices getting closer. Once one came around the corner, aiming his gun right at the three. Emily fired two bullets right into the man's gas mask. She watched his body collapse into the vomit.
Now Emily didn't claim to be the most intelligent or the best under pressure, so she did what she did best, guns blazing. She stood up and fired at the line up of raiders, hoping her boys would follow.