07-26-2016, 09:53 AM
Carmelita was no stranger to dealing with emotional or physical pain. Admittedly, her ways of dealing with the former were unhealthy and the latter was a mix of field medicine and home remedies, but she’d been through a lot.
That meant that when Arturia gave her a direction to channel her focus, she grabbed it with both hands. All of her worries, all of the feelings of guilt and pain, were bottled up and shoved into a small compartment in her mind, and after an hour of grief and terror she steeled her features and methodically went about the task of preparing to head out.
The apartment the two of them were in had little in the way of supplies, but Carmelita tore the curtains into shreds and used them to bandage her and Arturia’s wounds. Blood loss was not something she was willing to die of, even if she did have a gaping gash in her side and a bit of trouble breathing thanks to the strangling she’d received at Amber’s hands.
Wounds treated to the best of their ability, the two of them began traversing the city, heading for the outskirts with the aim of reaching the mines. The rooftops were a mixture of flat and tiled, which made for some more precarious moments, but both of them took one look down at the streets that had been so empty during the daytime now filled with shadowy figure prowling around the street corners.
Crossing over streets became a challenge, one that the two women worked hard to overcome. Billboards became ramps, fire escapes were repurposed into ladder walkways and on one memorable occasion Carmelita used her stealth field to cross a swarming street to create a rope bridge out of telephone wires.
As the moved, the briefcase containing the inoculations weighed heavy at Carmelita’s side. Despite the dizziness that set in from time to time and the headache that remained a pulsing constant, these syringes were the last hope for saving the island. The mere chance that the facilities at the mine might have some way of spreading the cure, or failing that getting the inoculation off the island for replication in a verse where Omnilium worked correctly, was enough for the two to fight on.
This didn’t mean that either of them were in fighting shape. It took several hours to reach the outskirts, where fewer ghouls roamed the streets, and even then their pace was slowed by the need to keep hiding since the more separate houses were now impossible to traverse via their roofs.
As they reached the border with the forest and the main road out of town, Carmelita took a moment to look back at the few lights that remained on.
“We’ll be back, Amber. And we’ll have a cure…”
Arturia took Carmelita’s arm and the two headed away from the town through the darkness.
That meant that when Arturia gave her a direction to channel her focus, she grabbed it with both hands. All of her worries, all of the feelings of guilt and pain, were bottled up and shoved into a small compartment in her mind, and after an hour of grief and terror she steeled her features and methodically went about the task of preparing to head out.
The apartment the two of them were in had little in the way of supplies, but Carmelita tore the curtains into shreds and used them to bandage her and Arturia’s wounds. Blood loss was not something she was willing to die of, even if she did have a gaping gash in her side and a bit of trouble breathing thanks to the strangling she’d received at Amber’s hands.
Wounds treated to the best of their ability, the two of them began traversing the city, heading for the outskirts with the aim of reaching the mines. The rooftops were a mixture of flat and tiled, which made for some more precarious moments, but both of them took one look down at the streets that had been so empty during the daytime now filled with shadowy figure prowling around the street corners.
Crossing over streets became a challenge, one that the two women worked hard to overcome. Billboards became ramps, fire escapes were repurposed into ladder walkways and on one memorable occasion Carmelita used her stealth field to cross a swarming street to create a rope bridge out of telephone wires.
As the moved, the briefcase containing the inoculations weighed heavy at Carmelita’s side. Despite the dizziness that set in from time to time and the headache that remained a pulsing constant, these syringes were the last hope for saving the island. The mere chance that the facilities at the mine might have some way of spreading the cure, or failing that getting the inoculation off the island for replication in a verse where Omnilium worked correctly, was enough for the two to fight on.
This didn’t mean that either of them were in fighting shape. It took several hours to reach the outskirts, where fewer ghouls roamed the streets, and even then their pace was slowed by the need to keep hiding since the more separate houses were now impossible to traverse via their roofs.
As they reached the border with the forest and the main road out of town, Carmelita took a moment to look back at the few lights that remained on.
“We’ll be back, Amber. And we’ll have a cure…”
Arturia took Carmelita’s arm and the two headed away from the town through the darkness.