http://windstwilight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] windstwilight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-07-24 01:27 am (UTC)

[from here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/676744.html?thread=55755912#t55755912)

She guessed she should be thankful that her arm wasn't more ripped up. It itched and stung, but it wasn't gushing blood or torn to pieces. So that was good, right? No sudden urge for brains, no sudden death. Yeah, something good. Right.

She skirted the building to peer into the next street. Less people for sure. Same amount of undead fiends. This was not as easy as it had seemed at the start. Find a less populated area, and then find weapons, then regroup. Nope. That plan of attack failed, and now they were still weaponless and in the same situation. Senna leaned out from the shadows a little, squinting down the street. There were some buildings up there but she couldn't make them out. She shifted her weight, mouth thinning into a line. "Let's make for those," she said quietly. "Then we'll see what we can do."

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