06-29-2016, 09:55 AM
End of Round 3
Although they had escaped the zombies, the trio hadn’t escaped the storm that ravaged the island. After a few peaceful hours where some had found sleep and others had found solace, the trio realized that the rain was getting worse.
Long after the knight had ended her watch and drifted into an uneasy sleep, her feline companion arose with a horrible fever. Amber couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this ill, and to make matters worse, her throat felt bone dry. Trying not to make much noise, the feline woman made it up to her feet and grabbed a large tropical leaf from the ground before taking a few steps away from her companions.
Amber extended a makeshift leaf bowl out from the shelter and into the downpour. Despite her best efforts, her strength was leaving her, and the rain knocked the leaf from her hands and into the muddy earth. With a frown, she knelt down to retrieve her bowl, but as she did, she caught a quick movement in the corner of her eye. She knew that both of her newfound allies were behind her, which meant someone was spying on them.
“Who is there?” The sick woman asked as she looked through the trees for more signs of movement. “Come out, it’s not kind to play games.” Although it was getting difficult to see in the downpour, Amber could see that there was someone standing behind a tree no more than five feet away. “This isn’t funny.”
With that, the figure stepped out from behind the tree, and the blood in Amber’s veins went cold when she realized the identity of the stranger.
It was her… almost.
Although the other Amber was smiling, it was obvious that the expression wasn’t genuine. The flesh was falling off of the other woman’s face, and one of her eyeballs was half out of its socket. One ear was ripped in half, and the other had sagged a few inches below its normal spot due to the eroding flesh. The creature blew a kiss with chapped, bloodstained lips before it came running at the mortified Amber, who found herself unable to move.
As dead, clammy fingers brushed against the feline woman’s face, she woke up with a jolt in the dry confines of their shelter.
[spoiler]
Amber will begin to experience some swelling and soreness in her joints.
When you're all awake, you'll find footprints all around your shelter. You can opt to follow these if you desire, and I'll let you know where they go (boh boh boh)
---Do you still have the secondaries with you?[/spoiler]
Although they had escaped the zombies, the trio hadn’t escaped the storm that ravaged the island. After a few peaceful hours where some had found sleep and others had found solace, the trio realized that the rain was getting worse.
Long after the knight had ended her watch and drifted into an uneasy sleep, her feline companion arose with a horrible fever. Amber couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this ill, and to make matters worse, her throat felt bone dry. Trying not to make much noise, the feline woman made it up to her feet and grabbed a large tropical leaf from the ground before taking a few steps away from her companions.
Amber extended a makeshift leaf bowl out from the shelter and into the downpour. Despite her best efforts, her strength was leaving her, and the rain knocked the leaf from her hands and into the muddy earth. With a frown, she knelt down to retrieve her bowl, but as she did, she caught a quick movement in the corner of her eye. She knew that both of her newfound allies were behind her, which meant someone was spying on them.
“Who is there?” The sick woman asked as she looked through the trees for more signs of movement. “Come out, it’s not kind to play games.” Although it was getting difficult to see in the downpour, Amber could see that there was someone standing behind a tree no more than five feet away. “This isn’t funny.”
With that, the figure stepped out from behind the tree, and the blood in Amber’s veins went cold when she realized the identity of the stranger.
It was her… almost.
Although the other Amber was smiling, it was obvious that the expression wasn’t genuine. The flesh was falling off of the other woman’s face, and one of her eyeballs was half out of its socket. One ear was ripped in half, and the other had sagged a few inches below its normal spot due to the eroding flesh. The creature blew a kiss with chapped, bloodstained lips before it came running at the mortified Amber, who found herself unable to move.
As dead, clammy fingers brushed against the feline woman’s face, she woke up with a jolt in the dry confines of their shelter.
[spoiler]
Amber will begin to experience some swelling and soreness in her joints.
When you're all awake, you'll find footprints all around your shelter. You can opt to follow these if you desire, and I'll let you know where they go (boh boh boh)
---Do you still have the secondaries with you?[/spoiler]
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