06-19-2016, 02:26 PM
Carmelita sighed a small sigh of relief at Guilmon’s all clear signal. The fuel had no doubt been in the front half of the plane, and she now felt safe in salvaging from the wreckage properly in the future.
The sound of distant gunfire caught her attention. Someone, somewhere, was shooting at something else. Since it came from the thick forest that lay up the beach, it may well be from other survivors.
She quickly found the life rafts. Or, to be more accurate, life raft. It appeared that safety had been cut back on in the construction of the plane, and so Carmelita withdrew the only flare in the small tin that sat next to the uninflated dinghy and stepped out of the shelter of the plane.
In the descending drizzle, she took aim at a high angle parallel to the shoreline and pulled the fuse. After a few seconds of fizzing, a bright green flare sailed high into the air, marking the position of the plane’s wreckage to any other survivors that had landed in the forest.
The majority of those who had survived the crash of the tail section had woken now, or were tending to those who hadn’t. The stone being had dug trenches for the dead, and satisfied that all that could have been done so far had been done, Carmelita caught the attention of a human girl with cat ears that seemed to be slightly lost as to what to do.
“Miss? We need to find water quickly, and I’d appreciate having someone with me in case of injury.”
The girl looked up, slightly surprised.
“You’re a fox…”
Carmelita frowned slightly.
“Yes? And you appear to be a cross between a cat and a human. My name is Carmelita, if you would.”
“No, no, I just saw you from behind earlier and thought you were a faunus like myself. I’m Amber.”
Carmelita relaxed slightly, glad that it had been a mistaken identity rather than any prejudice.
“Back on topic, we need to find fresh water, and the quickest way to do that is to walk along the coast until we find a river. Are you with me?”
The sound of distant gunfire caught her attention. Someone, somewhere, was shooting at something else. Since it came from the thick forest that lay up the beach, it may well be from other survivors.
She quickly found the life rafts. Or, to be more accurate, life raft. It appeared that safety had been cut back on in the construction of the plane, and so Carmelita withdrew the only flare in the small tin that sat next to the uninflated dinghy and stepped out of the shelter of the plane.
In the descending drizzle, she took aim at a high angle parallel to the shoreline and pulled the fuse. After a few seconds of fizzing, a bright green flare sailed high into the air, marking the position of the plane’s wreckage to any other survivors that had landed in the forest.
The majority of those who had survived the crash of the tail section had woken now, or were tending to those who hadn’t. The stone being had dug trenches for the dead, and satisfied that all that could have been done so far had been done, Carmelita caught the attention of a human girl with cat ears that seemed to be slightly lost as to what to do.
“Miss? We need to find water quickly, and I’d appreciate having someone with me in case of injury.”
The girl looked up, slightly surprised.
“You’re a fox…”
Carmelita frowned slightly.
“Yes? And you appear to be a cross between a cat and a human. My name is Carmelita, if you would.”
“No, no, I just saw you from behind earlier and thought you were a faunus like myself. I’m Amber.”
Carmelita relaxed slightly, glad that it had been a mistaken identity rather than any prejudice.
“Back on topic, we need to find fresh water, and the quickest way to do that is to walk along the coast until we find a river. Are you with me?”