Thread:Vauseman/@comment-5935579-20131229015941

The apocalypse had been engulfing their world for months now, reducing it to a hell where the darkest side of every being releases itself on the universe. We turn our attention to a desperate young woman, clutching her left arm as she sprints desperately. This was Karla Santana, a former cop ridden with PTSD from a painful childhood experience. A group of bandits was hot on her trail and their pace was starting to match hers. Full of adrenaline, she gripped her revolver and two bullets behind her, leaving her with only two. Karla's hopes of escape ended when she faced the intersection in front of her. Five infected stood in her way, wanting to gorge themselves on her body. Instinctively Karla stumbled back and eventually toppled. Full of panic, she turned back and was met with the disappointment of knowing that the bandits were still coming for her. Since her mind had lingered a second to long, an infected had already placed itself on top of Karla. It's teeth anxiously moved forward to get a piece of Karla's wrist. Reacting fast, Karla stuck her revolver to the side of the infected's head and pressed the trigger. With a corpse now on top of her, Karla hoped to hide away but this proved futile as both groups got closer and closer to her. With only one bullet left, Karla saw and alternative, an easy way out.

She'd been through enough her entire life, she deserved this. Yet she couldn't give herself the luxury, she could just wait these final moments for her inevitable demise. She couldn't help but cry, but the sounds of spraying bullets and bodies falling limp snapped her out of it. She was terrified right up until she saw the figure of the shooter. A well-built man, clothes stained with blood and with a FAMAS hanging from his left hand's grip. With his free hand, he approached Karla and extended his arm out of her. Karla was hesitant to take this man's help but she saw no alternative. With his help, she rose to her feet and was meet with a non-threatening face.

"Are you ok ma'am?" the man asked with a smile, a smile that reassured Karla that he could be trusted.

"No, they got my arm." her reply a little hesitant. The man moved to inspect the wound and his look of confidence cleared Karla's mind of worry.

"Nothing my friend Chuck can't take care of. Name's Henry by the way, Henry Woo." the man said shaking hands with Karla.

"Karla, Karla Santana." she replied calmly.

"Well, let's get out of here before more infected show up. Follow me and I'll take you to my friend." Henry spoke, his tone of voice sympathetic and sociable.

"Sounds great. Thank you"

"Don't mention it." 