Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 19:06:54 GMT -5
(OOC: Phew! Lots to catch up on !)
Cua shot the man a reproachful look when he began laying on the bus's horn, drawing more demons to them. She quickly covered it, not wanting to draw more attention to her unease, and stared out the window instead. The street was overrun. She couldn't jump out of the bus and run for it even if she'd wanted to.
The bus rocked with the weight of pressing bodies. Cua's finger's spasmed on her shotgun, before clenching into a white-knuckle grip.
She wasn't a fan of the "waiting" plan, but didn't see she had much other choice. She'd thrown in her lot with these people, for better or worse. At least until the demons passed them.
She exhaled in one long slow sigh. Waiting them out could take... days. Her gaze darted to the other three. This was going to be a long, long wait.
The men started to gossip, Cua only half-listening. When a question was directed to her she turned to face them fully, settling back against the side of the bus half-sitting, half-crouched with her shotgun resting as casually as possible across her thighs.
She shook her head in answer to the first two. Not pregnant, not sick. She shrugged at the latter questions.
"This morning. I had pigeon," she answered. Her tone was even and calm, but she avoided looking them in the eye. The last thing she wanted was to pick a fight or challenge a heavily armed somebody who already seemed unstable.
She listened carefully when Franklin began explaining how to care for Josie's nose. She'd read a First Aid book a few months back, but there hadn't been anything in it about broken noses. It seemed like good knowledge to have. The nose did look bad, and she grimaced in sympathy.
When Franklin explained they were from the government, she almost joined his companion in laughing. There was no government, and they certainly hadn't been there to help Billy's slaughtered friends. She was alive for now --maybe they needed the extra set of hands-- but it didn't mean she'd remain that way if she trusted them.
When Franklin asked to talk to her, addressing her directly, she sat straighter, tension running through her like an electric current. She watched him sharply for a moment, then forced a tight smile.
"Sure." She shrugged a shoulder, then gestured out the window. "It's what they are. There is no 'Human Earth' anymore. Hell's come up to here instead." She turned her head to watch a demon, half it's face peeled away and eye dangling from a socket, scratch weekly at the bus, dragging broken nails over the window, smearing them in decay. "No one good is still alive, God's taken all of them." She turned back to Franklin, this time with a genuine smile. "This is Hell and Hell belongs to demons."
Cua shot the man a reproachful look when he began laying on the bus's horn, drawing more demons to them. She quickly covered it, not wanting to draw more attention to her unease, and stared out the window instead. The street was overrun. She couldn't jump out of the bus and run for it even if she'd wanted to.
The bus rocked with the weight of pressing bodies. Cua's finger's spasmed on her shotgun, before clenching into a white-knuckle grip.
She wasn't a fan of the "waiting" plan, but didn't see she had much other choice. She'd thrown in her lot with these people, for better or worse. At least until the demons passed them.
She exhaled in one long slow sigh. Waiting them out could take... days. Her gaze darted to the other three. This was going to be a long, long wait.
The men started to gossip, Cua only half-listening. When a question was directed to her she turned to face them fully, settling back against the side of the bus half-sitting, half-crouched with her shotgun resting as casually as possible across her thighs.
She shook her head in answer to the first two. Not pregnant, not sick. She shrugged at the latter questions.
"This morning. I had pigeon," she answered. Her tone was even and calm, but she avoided looking them in the eye. The last thing she wanted was to pick a fight or challenge a heavily armed somebody who already seemed unstable.
She listened carefully when Franklin began explaining how to care for Josie's nose. She'd read a First Aid book a few months back, but there hadn't been anything in it about broken noses. It seemed like good knowledge to have. The nose did look bad, and she grimaced in sympathy.
When Franklin explained they were from the government, she almost joined his companion in laughing. There was no government, and they certainly hadn't been there to help Billy's slaughtered friends. She was alive for now --maybe they needed the extra set of hands-- but it didn't mean she'd remain that way if she trusted them.
When Franklin asked to talk to her, addressing her directly, she sat straighter, tension running through her like an electric current. She watched him sharply for a moment, then forced a tight smile.
"Sure." She shrugged a shoulder, then gestured out the window. "It's what they are. There is no 'Human Earth' anymore. Hell's come up to here instead." She turned her head to watch a demon, half it's face peeled away and eye dangling from a socket, scratch weekly at the bus, dragging broken nails over the window, smearing them in decay. "No one good is still alive, God's taken all of them." She turned back to Franklin, this time with a genuine smile. "This is Hell and Hell belongs to demons."