Disaster [Path Day 3]
Posted: 24 Mar 2014, 15:33
The steady drip of water gave the Russian a sense of comfort as she maneuvered her way through the sewers. For so long, this place had been her home. It had been her haven, despite the putrid, stomach churning smell. She could still hear Juliet as she called down from the cover, demanding she come out and find a decent place to live. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she saw and heard that ******* woman everywhere. It set her teeth on edge. She didn't like to think that she’d been abandoned, but what was she supposed to think? The idiot had turned her, told her she’d take care of her, and the vanished without a trace. It didn't help that her sister was walking around like she was a ******* angel filled with cotton candy.
With a sigh, Reanna shook her head and pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. “I’m better off alone,” she whispered under her breath in her native tongue. She’d yet to even attempt to speak their language. It felt weird on her tongue, and she couldn't understand some of the phrases they used. It also gave her a major barrier, meaning she wouldn't have to socialize if she didn't want to. ‘You miss her,’ her brother’s spirit whispered, a mocking concern to his tone. When the chill of his presence brushed over her skin, the Russian gave a roll of her shoulder, the leather of her – his- jacket creaking under the movement. “No, I don’t,” she found herself responding.
‘You do. You miss her, this ***** that made you into a monster,’ he snapped, and she had to swallow the growl that threatened to escape her lips. With a shake of her head, she shoved her trembling fingers through her hair, the dark strands sliding easily against her skin. She had to admit, living in an apartment – though bare – had its comforts. Running water made the top of the list, but the sound of zombies being slayed five floors below was a close second. Kirill had hated it at first, but even he had begun to grow fond of the lullaby that put her to sleep within minutes. The thought of him left a strange feeling in her chest, but she quickly shook it off as she rounded the corner, the exit in sight.
Grabbing the ladder, she hooked her foot onto the rail and began to pull herself up. Lifting her hand, she pushed the cover out of the way and lifted herself out of the darkness, her green eyes scanning her surroundings carefully. It was a clear night out, and the streets were littered with humans, though none seemed to pay attention to the strange woman emerging from beneath them. Instead, they moved and bustled around, caught up in their own world, unaware of the danger that lurked all around them. Easy prey, she thought as her lips curled into a cruel smirk. Dusting herself off, she kicked the cover back into place, and began her hunt.
With a sigh, Reanna shook her head and pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. “I’m better off alone,” she whispered under her breath in her native tongue. She’d yet to even attempt to speak their language. It felt weird on her tongue, and she couldn't understand some of the phrases they used. It also gave her a major barrier, meaning she wouldn't have to socialize if she didn't want to. ‘You miss her,’ her brother’s spirit whispered, a mocking concern to his tone. When the chill of his presence brushed over her skin, the Russian gave a roll of her shoulder, the leather of her – his- jacket creaking under the movement. “No, I don’t,” she found herself responding.
‘You do. You miss her, this ***** that made you into a monster,’ he snapped, and she had to swallow the growl that threatened to escape her lips. With a shake of her head, she shoved her trembling fingers through her hair, the dark strands sliding easily against her skin. She had to admit, living in an apartment – though bare – had its comforts. Running water made the top of the list, but the sound of zombies being slayed five floors below was a close second. Kirill had hated it at first, but even he had begun to grow fond of the lullaby that put her to sleep within minutes. The thought of him left a strange feeling in her chest, but she quickly shook it off as she rounded the corner, the exit in sight.
Grabbing the ladder, she hooked her foot onto the rail and began to pull herself up. Lifting her hand, she pushed the cover out of the way and lifted herself out of the darkness, her green eyes scanning her surroundings carefully. It was a clear night out, and the streets were littered with humans, though none seemed to pay attention to the strange woman emerging from beneath them. Instead, they moved and bustled around, caught up in their own world, unaware of the danger that lurked all around them. Easy prey, she thought as her lips curled into a cruel smirk. Dusting herself off, she kicked the cover back into place, and began her hunt.