[1-2] The Tail

[Amber Veritz]

After lying still for awhile, the pain in Amber’s shoulder subsided. She stood slowly hefting Razorback up with her and returning it to its holster on her back. She took a quick look around noticing that most people had already evacuated from the plane wreckage or they were flung out of the plane and into the ocean. It could’ve been worse. It was lucky enough that anyone made it through that crash alive. After her quick observation, Amber stepped over the wreckage towards the giant opening in the plane where a woman seemed to be leading the effort to get everyone out of the crash site. She looked Faunus, which was odd to Amber. She hadn’t expected to meet another Faunus in this world, although, she did not look to be native to Remnant.

Finally stepping out on the beach Amber shielded her eyes from the sun. It looked nice enough, if only their situation were not so grim. Now thinking about the situation, in fact, all of Amber’s inner rage surfaced. “How could a damn plane fall out of the sky in a fucking world where you can make people appear from thin air?! That doesn’t even make sense!” Blowing off steam by flailing and yelling angrily was Amber’s way of coping with stress when it it first hits, but this was just outright stupid to her. She only wanted to see as much of this world as she could, and now she is grounded like a bird without wings on an island with no apparent approach to get off it.

A few deep breaths calmed Amber down. Muraski would not want her to be freaking out in a situation like this. He would want her to keep her cool and think forward, not backward. Though she could not think of what she should even do next. Find shelter? Start searching for a way to get off the island? Survey the landscape? Then her thought process was cut off by a sound she hasn’t heard since she got to the Omniverse: Her stomach. It had not been apparent to her until just now that primes never got hungry, or that it takes them much longer to get hungry. Well, now she knew what to do. She had to find something to eat, and figure out how to cook it. Survival was not Amber’s strong suit, even if she was part animal.

Speaking of survival, this was a situation that called for mutual cooperation at the least. Finding a partner or a group would be more than beneficial for surviving this endeavor. As Amber walked through the small group of people from the crash, she actively began to search for someone who might want to pair up with her.

Amber is looking for a partner or group to get involved with here. If you wanna join up to survive the island with me, just post getting Amber’s attention, and shoot me a PM. =3 Also, that’s a second set of 500 words for me. So that leaves me with a good 1400 to use this round.