Restless Mind

[Raisa (DELETED 3923)]

****, Am I really about to die?
This was the main though coursing through Raisa's mind as the thing... or Zombie... whatever it was chased her. Decaying body stench-bound with rot and anger coursing through its barren eyes... did it even have a soul?
Probably not with the nasty incoherent sounds it gurgled out of its throat, growling and roaring like a pissed off monster from a bed time story to keep children indoors at night. For a moment, the creature had ran from her, toward the other woman near. And with the moment, instead of trying to escape, to get away from the useless armour the woman had on her: gun and blade, she decided to pray.
On the night of a half moon, and crisp cold air much like her homeland, she was being chased by her childhood fairy tails. And that woman... Why will she only stand there? So peculiar... yet, she is fellow Russian, yet she did nothing!
Her voice spoke in Russian, as Raisa prayed silently to herself, God, who has doomed all men die, but concealed from all the hour of their death, grant that I may pass my days with forgiveness of Sin, in the embrace of holiness and justice, thdat I may deserve to quit this world in the peace of a good conscience, and in the embrace of your love through the same. Amen.

That woman... She did nothing. Nothing but... Shoot.
POOM. The shot echoed in the room and within seconds blood splattered. Raisa feels her throat being punctured by the bullet, going diagonally to the left, so quickly, burning, that no pain could even be felt. Nothing but her heart racing, everything falling into slow motion as she felt the bullet tear a beeline straight through her throat, cutting it wide before burying itself into the wall as she couldn't help but this. This is the end..

She hit against the wall, and in a gasp, eyes wide, both of her hands wrapped around the gashing wound to her throat. Her body unable to hold itself up, she slide to the ground, the body of the beheaded creature on top of her. Trying to keep the blood from spurting out of her throat, she coughed a ragged breath: one that sounded much like her last, blood leaving her mouth and staining her torso. One hand dropped, and her eyes went shut. It was a good life... A good life, I should not complain before I pass... Raisa's sensing were aloof now, as the faded though at the same time blaring, sound of footsteps came near. I will not have died without triumph in this life... And the the footsteps halted, though continually rang in Raisa's ears, she heard the woman speak. The other Russian...

The Russian who shot her to her death. But what if there is chance? A way for me to survive... This woman... She is here, alive is she not? A shallow breath left her, and Raisa reached out, grasping the woman's leg. It is but a fairy tail... believing I shall live..
POOM. Another gunshot sounded, one right beside Raisa's ear, but she was lacking so much energy and stamina, so much blood... She could not even flinch. All she could do was open her eyes from their closed state. I must try... or else.. this death is incomplete... Not completing something in her life, even when within a minute she would surely fade to the light, she had to not leave anything undone. I must try... And that is when Raisa spoke "H-Help."

Words course, her voice crippled from the wound she continued to try to suppress, she stared at the woman with hope. Within seconds, the woman dropped down to her level, clogged the wound with her fingers to keep her alive... And then pressed her palm to her mouth, speaking her to drink or die. I see how... this will not help... Drink what, her blood? Or die? Pah... She attempted to breathe, But I must try... And so she did. She did until the woman pulled away, though her hands stayed to her throat. Raisa coughs. What is in store for me, what did that woman make me drink? It tasted... I could not even taste it...

Taste, losing all senses now... the last thought to cross her restless mind, Taste, before the darkness took over her.