Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 19:17:51 GMT -5
Things had gone to hell. The night she had spent with William was interrupted by shouts and panicked voices. When Fable reached the deck she was able to see just why. Jace and others were fighting the dead...but it was a relentless wave. Before long the evacuation began. The group splintered. In the chaos she lost William...lost everyone. She was afraid...confused....and with only her small pocket knife to defend herself she was nearly helpless. She could hear the roar of engines as the crew drove away. Different vehicles moving about as people scrambled to get inside something with wheels. Fable wasn’t the forceful type...she didn’t try to get a spot inside one of the coveted vehicles. But thankfully the roar of the engines drew the attention of the dead far more than the meek woman. She was able to slip away, her wide blue eyes trying to catch sight of William but she couldn’t see him. And as the dead converged she had no choice but to move.
She walked in the direction she had noticed some of the Humvees going. And walked...and walked. Trying not to panic when she didn’t see a sign of anyone....But as the days went on she came to understand that everyone was gone....that she had been lost in the shuffle and she might never see any of them again.. William.... It hurt.....she didn’t love William...not yet...but she did care for him a great deal, she wanted to see him.....to know he was ok. To feel those powerful arms of his wrap around her and make it all ok. But the days turned into weeks and Fable had to resort to her old methods of survival. Scavenging what she could; where she could. Using her stealth to avoid confrontation with the dead.
Being pregnant added some extra stress to living alone and on the run. More often than not she would end up vomiting and losing what little food she managed to scavenge. She felt weak and light headed often, and she was always starving. She had wandered quite a long ways from the KIDD. And eventually found herself in a thick forest in the middle of the day unsure which way to go. Everything looked the same...trees, trees, and more trees. She didn’t want to get stuck here come nightfall...there was nowhere she could even deem somewhat secure....And she wasn’t exactly feeling up to climbing a tree. Her stomach was a small bulge against her black shirt, her jeans were ripped and torn from her time spend roughing it. But she was alive...and not as bad off as she could be, that was something.
She was leaned back against one of the large trees when she heard it...it was faint at first..but slowly the sound of several groaning walkers reached her ears. Damn it! This was not what she needed. She was tired...lost...and her bottle of water had ran dry hours ago. Her pale blue eyes moved up to the sky that almost mirrored their color, blinking against the harsh sun as she debated what to do. Hide?...maybe they wouldn’t smell her...but that was unlikely.....Run? Well...that seemed like the only reasonable option. She took a breath to steady herself and pushed away from the tree. But just when she was ready to run something snagged her ankle and sent her sprawling on her face. Her breath was forced past her lips with a loud ’umpf’.
The culprit was little more than an exposed root that had caught the toe of her shoe. But it cost her valuable time and a great deal of pain. She pulled a shaking breath into her lungs, her eyes filling with tears as she rolled onto her back and sat up. She could see them coming....but she could also hear the sound of something behind her.....were the dead coming from that direction as well? Her hand fell to cradle the slight bulge that was her child, while the other dug into her pocket for her only weapon...a small pocket knife. She flipped the blade out and forced herself onto her feet....if she was going to die surrounded by walkers then she was at least going to take one or two down with her....
She walked in the direction she had noticed some of the Humvees going. And walked...and walked. Trying not to panic when she didn’t see a sign of anyone....But as the days went on she came to understand that everyone was gone....that she had been lost in the shuffle and she might never see any of them again.. William.... It hurt.....she didn’t love William...not yet...but she did care for him a great deal, she wanted to see him.....to know he was ok. To feel those powerful arms of his wrap around her and make it all ok. But the days turned into weeks and Fable had to resort to her old methods of survival. Scavenging what she could; where she could. Using her stealth to avoid confrontation with the dead.
Being pregnant added some extra stress to living alone and on the run. More often than not she would end up vomiting and losing what little food she managed to scavenge. She felt weak and light headed often, and she was always starving. She had wandered quite a long ways from the KIDD. And eventually found herself in a thick forest in the middle of the day unsure which way to go. Everything looked the same...trees, trees, and more trees. She didn’t want to get stuck here come nightfall...there was nowhere she could even deem somewhat secure....And she wasn’t exactly feeling up to climbing a tree. Her stomach was a small bulge against her black shirt, her jeans were ripped and torn from her time spend roughing it. But she was alive...and not as bad off as she could be, that was something.
She was leaned back against one of the large trees when she heard it...it was faint at first..but slowly the sound of several groaning walkers reached her ears. Damn it! This was not what she needed. She was tired...lost...and her bottle of water had ran dry hours ago. Her pale blue eyes moved up to the sky that almost mirrored their color, blinking against the harsh sun as she debated what to do. Hide?...maybe they wouldn’t smell her...but that was unlikely.....Run? Well...that seemed like the only reasonable option. She took a breath to steady herself and pushed away from the tree. But just when she was ready to run something snagged her ankle and sent her sprawling on her face. Her breath was forced past her lips with a loud ’umpf’.
The culprit was little more than an exposed root that had caught the toe of her shoe. But it cost her valuable time and a great deal of pain. She pulled a shaking breath into her lungs, her eyes filling with tears as she rolled onto her back and sat up. She could see them coming....but she could also hear the sound of something behind her.....were the dead coming from that direction as well? Her hand fell to cradle the slight bulge that was her child, while the other dug into her pocket for her only weapon...a small pocket knife. She flipped the blade out and forced herself onto her feet....if she was going to die surrounded by walkers then she was at least going to take one or two down with her....