Eveline Redridge crawled through the high grass, her scarf dragged over the ground and her elbows were covered in the mud. She stopped for a moment and inhaled some air. She wondered how far she had been crawling on the ground, but she's worried that if she raised her head she would be seen by a sentry. A cricket jumped in front of her and played on his violin. Fast as lighting, Eveline grabbed the cricked between her finger and thumb. The cricket wriggled with his legs and looked pitiful. Then it got crushed between two yellow pillars. The hard skin cracked in Eveline's mouth. After she chewed some times on it, Eveline swallowed it.
''A little protein snack, can't hurt,'' Eveline reassured herself and looked around for more crickets, but there was none.
Eveline crawled dissatisfied further and sighed. It was quite a peaceful area around her. As her elbows went through the mud, she quietly hoped for another cricket. Eveline raised her head and shoved some grass away, to take a glance at the wall. Eveline frowned her eyebrows and judged the distance. She dove back into the grass right away. By now, she had seen all the sides of the building and she had also seen some other survivors that patrolled over the walls or beside it.
Eveline turned over and lay on her back. She were thinking about getting closer to the sanctuary and inspect the walls, but that would take too much risk and too much time. Her food-stock in her red backpack isn't unlimited. They seem to accept survivors, she had seen a guy(Jethro) entering through the gate. It was not like he was welcomed their with open arms, which mean he's probably a stranger. A cricket jumped on her chest. Eveline immediately tried to catch the cricket, but the cricket slipped through her fingers and disappeared in the grass. The score was even now. With disappointed Eveline slammed her fist on the ground.
''I'll eat your brothers and sisters!'' she hissed softly at the cricket.
Post by Alyson T. Paige on Feb 16, 2015 3:31:36 GMT 10
The Australian sun was blazing in the blue sky, the Sanctuary wall standing as solid and sturdy as it always had, as Alyson traipsed through the grass, her pack slung over one shoulder and her dark curls floating behind her in the breeze. Taking a deep breath of clean air, she scanned the landscape with vivid blue eyes, though she wasn't completely sure what she was looking for - or if she was looking for anything specific at all.
The grass nearby stirred, as if someone had moved around in it, and Alyson's hand flew to the hunting knife in it's sheath on her sleeve, running one finger over the engraving on the bottom of the hilt, before tugging it out and turning it over in her palm.
The logic running through her mind told her it couldn't be a zombie; she heard the sound of someone talking, whispering, and zombies sure as hell couldn't have conversations. That clearly meant it was another survivor - Alyson knew Sanctuary accepted anybody willing to pull their weight, but she was also one of the worst people to come across.
Approaching cautiously, she held her knife out before her, the silver blade glittering in the blinding sun, and her other hand clamped firmly on the strap of her backpack, which hung over her shoulder.
"Stand up," she snapped, once the source of the noise came into view - a woman with four on five years on Alyson, lying in the grass with her blonde hair spread around her like a mud-strained halo, and blue eyes almost as wide as the teenager's. Taking a short step forward, until she was standing almost directly over the stranger, Alyson narrowed her eyes and dropped her knife had until it was pointing downwards. "Who the hell are you?!"
Eveline heard the footsteps getting closer to her. She blamed herself for not being cautious and causing a fuss about a stupid fleshy cricket. She grabbed the mud between her fingers to fend off her frustration.Maybe the hunger was distraction her to much and she should have eaten more from her food stock in her backpack. She had some delicious gingerbread and she was eager to finish that in one go. Patience was her best friend in survival, butshe should consider her body more. Even if the body can last a whole month without food, it doesn't guarantee she would survive a whole month. Establishing priorities was very important. Eveline rolled with her eyes and heard that sanctuary civilian stopped taking steps.
''Stand up!'' she heard her screaming. Eveline glanced at her and raised the left corner of her mouth. She had long dark brown hair with curls, her bright blue eyes was in the contrast with the dark colour and made it shine more brightly. Eveline saw the silver knife pointing and her and raised her eyebrows. The silver blinked in the sunlight. "Who the hell are you?!"
''Oh, hello, I didn't see you there, but...''
Without hesitation Evelinethrew mud to her face, rolled to the left, grabbed her spiked stick and stood up. Her movements were swift andfilled with confidence. Eveline stood before her and held her stick firm in her hand. The wood near the long nails had a dark colour, cause of the blood that was sucked in the wood. Eveline had bent some long nails with her zombie-skull-cracking. She tried to fix it with her hammer many times, but once bend it easily bends back.
''I don't like that knife pointing at my face. It's not that I don't trust you,'' Eveline thought about what she just said and frowned, ''No, actually that's my reason for throwing mud in your face, I'm sorry miss. My name is Eveline Redrigde, by the way.''
Eveline smiled friendly at her, but her eyes said a different story then her lips.Her blue eyes seemed darker then before. It was the eyes of Argus, not trusting until the otherwise was proven. Eveline cracked loosely with her neck and rubbed with her free hand over he nape, not losing the girl before her out her view.
Post by Alyson T. Paige on Feb 16, 2015 7:06:00 GMT 10
Alyson had barely a second to react before she was covered from her soldiers upwards with dry mud and the woman was on her feet, with a nail-studded stick that was stained dark with, what she assumed, was blood. Wiping her face with the back of her hand to brush away the dirt - as a girl who'd lived her entire life on farms, she had no problem with being mucky - and leveled her knife again, keeping it aimed directly at the stranger's throat.
"Yeah? Well, I don't trust you either, which is the exact reason I have a knife aimed directly at your throat and, trust me, I'm one hell of a shot," Alyson snapped, taking another step forward.
She tightened her grip on her weapon, feeling her nails dig into the wood of the hilt and turning the knife in her palm again, until the stranger had finished speaking - Alyson noticed she spoke with an Australian accent, completely different to her own.
"Eveline Redridge? Seriously? What, does your family come from Red Rock Mountain?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and taking another short step forward. She was now less than a feet away from the blonde, and level with the stick she clearly used as a weapon. "So, 'Red', is there a particular reason why you're sneaking around and spying on a wall that holds the homes of survivors like you're in a Bond film, or have you just always wanted to be a secret agent? Because, if it's the latter, now is hardly the time to start playing pretend games, is it? I though you grew out of those when you were... I dunno... four? And I'm sure I speak for a lot of people in this world - well, whatever people are left in this world - when I say I don't appreciate being spied on."
Jumping forward, Alyson flipped her knife in her hand so the handle was facing towards Eveline and pushed forward, as if she was fencing, dropping her arm slightly to aim for the the gap between her sixth ribs with the blunt wood. Fight to injure, not to kill, she thought, remembering what her father had always told her. If Eveline didn't move quick enough, a hilt to the abdomen would be painful, though not life-threatening or even dangerous.
Eveline Redridge watched her wiping of the mud from her face. She saw her pointing with her silver knife again. Eveline was done cracking her neck and glared with steady eyes. She wanted to put on her surgical mask, but she came quickly to the conclusion that human blood wouldn't be problem for her health and she didn't had any desire yet to turn the miss into a blood fontain. The colour would match her dark brown hair tough.
"I'm one hell of a shot," She heard her saying and Eveline took a step backwards. Eveline raised her left eyebrow and looked at her body. The curve of the hips, the width of the waist, the size of the chest and her collar bones. Eveline nodded lightly. She can't inspect her face clearly know because of the mud.
''Sure you are,'' she agreed nonchalantly, but the hot-headed girl in front her started talking again, leaving her agreement unnoticed. Eveline took another step backwards and listened to her long tirade. Alyson had lost Eveline's interest after the first phrase. She wonders who made her angry and frowned. she pouted her lips as she remembered that herself was the cause of it.
After she was done, Eveline said: "Oh my, you saw right through my cascade, it's all true my secret name is..." She were interrupted as she saw Alyson jumping at her, ''woah!''
Eveline though about breaking her hips with the backside of her stick, in terms of range her weapon would win, but it could leave damage on her organs and the most important reason why she don't want to break her ribs is to avoid a situation like: ''Hello, I broke the ribs of your friend, may I join your group?'' She wouldn't get accepted like that. The group could put her in a position where she could survive the best, they can scrap her back as she can scrap their backs. Though this was only an reasonable opportunity, she didn't really care about. Her deciding factor to search for the sanctuary was that zombie killing could be more fun in groups.
Eveline dodged her hilt and moved to left. Her blond hairs waved through the air, her blue eyes fixated on the gaze of Alyson. She watched all her movements. With her free hand she pushed her backwards to create distance.
''At least by serious if you want to kill me, miss. I was just cricket hunting here and found this huge building, and I wanted to know if this building was inhabited by reasonable persons or dimwitted imbeciles,'' Eveline said carelessly and bashed with the backside of her stick against her boots to get rid of some mud on her low heels. Still Eveline had her guard, it was opening giving for her opponent. A trap for a mouse who thought to get the cheese for free.
''Anyway, that story tells more about you then me. Let me guess, your mother never gave you that pink bike with the rainbow tassels?'' Eveline said, testing her anger control. Eveline had an playful smile on her face.
Post by Alyson T. Paige on Feb 16, 2015 10:29:08 GMT 10
Staggering back from Eveline's push, Alyson regained her balance and spun to face the stranger, knife still in hand and her dark hair flying in the breeze. She knew she'd caught the blonde by surprised, but clearly not enough.
"If I was trying to kill you," she said, exaspearetly, rearranging her feet and standing with her legs apart, "you'd at least be bleeding by now. Most probably actually dead, because, like I said, I'm a pretty good shot."
Whoever Eveline was, she hardly seemed like a trustworthy, friendly person who you'd have a conversation with on the bus; then again, Alyson knew she wasn't either, so maybe they were made for each other. For a moment, she considered making her lunge again, but knew it would be a stupid idea for the simple reason that, even if Eveline didn't see it coming, it probably wouldn't reflect well on Alyson with the rest of the people back at Sanctuary.
"And, I would say 'this building' is occupied by 'reasonable persons' but, I'm pretty sure I've already influenced your judgement too much for you to believe anything I say."
Alyson turned her knife in her palm again, the blade now facing Eveline, and shuffling her feet in the dead grass. A look of utter confusion crossed Alyson's face at the stranger's words, but clear anger flashed in her vivid blue eyes, mainly because of the word 'mother', that set off an untold streak of burning anger, like ripping the dirt cover off a river of white-hot lava. It took all of her energy and self-control to reign in her temper and stand firm, legs spread out beneath her.
"Red," Alyson answered, slowly, as if she talking to a child, "I'm pretty sure a 'pink bike with rainbow tassels' was never on any of my Christmas lists. Or birthday lists, though they were usually the same list - being born on Boxing Day is a drag. It like being the female Jesus, born a day late."
"I'm a pretty good shot," had Alyson said again. Eveline was thinking about what made her said that twice. Does she wants to look big in front of her, or does she need to boost her spirit against this, Eveline, sexy smart cunning intruder and she's actually afraid to lose, but she's to stubborn to admit she's weaker. Or she's in dire need of compliments from other people and decided to give herself compliments instead, speaking about pathetic. ''Sure you are,'' said Eveline again and quickly glanced at the wall to check on newcomers, ''but please, all you do is barking.''
Eveline saw her turning her silver blade and the sharp point was pointing at her direction. Eveline raised her eyebrow and was clearly not imitated by it. She seems to have stepped on her toes, when she said 'mother'. Eveline could smell the issues as she could see clear daylight, or it was her zombie-blood-drenched scarf. That couldn't be, she had already became smell blind of that horrible smell. Eveline waved with her hand before her nose, waving away the words Alyson were saying. ''No not all, miss, if they were to keep you here they must be really, really, really really nice people. You actually convinced me. Well, let's go inside to meet the others,'' Eveline said and turned her back.
Eveline started walking in a fast pace, while shaking her hips lightly. The low heels of her leather boots lets her walk elegantly and she could still run fast on them. Heels are made for women, though in history they were first made for rich men, so that they will look taller. Anyway women conquered the concept of wearing heels, and that's something to be proud of. If Alyson were to follow her, she could hear her intentions by counting the footsteps. Eveline wasn't someone who could be surprised by anything and she knows by far, that zombies were the best at making surprise parties. Some she enjoyed, some she ditched, because she didn't want to be the birthday cake.
Eveline glanced over her shoulder and said:"You know, Jesus could be the first zombie in history. He was the first to come back after dying."
Eveline gave Alyson an serious look, but then smiled playfully. This sounds like utter crap, Eveline knows that well, but sometimes, even the truth, could hit you in the face like bird shit. It's matter of believing, accepting the world were you currently life in and abandoning everything that were true to yourself. Even if it meant abandoning yourself, everything for the sake of survival.
Post by Alyson T. Paige on Feb 21, 2015 13:13:12 GMT 10
"Oh puh-lease," Alyson said, dragging out her words. "I don't bark. I think you're mistaking me for that cute little Corgi you petted once when you were eight."
She pushed her hunting knife back into it's sheath as Eveline turned, half tuning out whatever the stranger was saying as she began to walk away, darting a couple of steps to catch up with the blonde, skidding to a stop and spraying mud with her shoes.
"You know, Jesus could be the first zombie in history. He was the first to come back after dying."
"I think I really, really could have lived my live without that fact, thank you very much," she muttered, glaring at Eveline's infuriatingly happy smile. "No matter how interesting - if worryingly weird - it is."
Eveline rolled her eyes and saw the gate in the distance. She decided to put her spiked stick on her red Disney backpack with a smiling red race car. This girl next to her was a handful trouble and Eveline doesn't even know her name yet, but she doesn't seem to be harmful, like something was holding her back. Eveline grins and looked at the building and wondered who had put Alyson under a spell, how would the boss look like. She was thinking about a huge black guy with a scar on his face who thinks he's always right.
"Oh by the blood of the zombies, you're the real blabbermouth here. I was wondering if I would die sooner by your endless stream of words then your blade," Eveline said almost sighing.
She saw the gate in the distance and walked towards it. It's sure a thick door and people or zombies couldn't break through it easily. Even if she would use a truck to ram through it, she expect the gate to be not broken. Eveline glared at Alyson and almost wanted to pet her, because of what she said earlier.
''So honey, how do you open it? From the inside? Do I need to shout? Wait let me...'' Eveline asked the questions one after the another. She suddenly took a deep breath, her chest rose, she were preparing for a shout...
