Kindra Pierce
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Post by Kindra Pierce on Aug 9, 2013 13:44:24 GMT
The sun stood high on the sky and Kindra were lying in the grass just beneath it while Timber stood some meters away eating the green grass. It was her day off and she planned on taking it easy. It had been a long time since she had been taking it calmly, there had always been work this past month. 'Kindra go there' all the time so this was the perfect time to settle down, for a while at least. Though she was lying there peacefully she was always on guard just in case there were any evil creatures nearby. She would notice if a runner or anything like it was in the area because she had a good hearing and the horse would freak as well. It was pretty rare to see one in these parts of the land. She gently closed her eyes as she laid her hands on her stomach intertwined with each other. She could feel her stomach moving up and down as she was breathing.
“MOVE” a man yelled from a short distance away from Kindra. A big stone block was falling down right above here and as soon as she realized she jumped quickly to her left. She was sweating because of the moisture and warmth in the air. She looked over where the man just had been standing but not one was to be seen any longer. The world was abandoned, or so it would seem for now, except for all the bodies lying around her, all bloody and some squished from blocks that later had been removed from disgusting creatures, big creatures. As she stood up again she could see the world falling apart from miles away. The world looked more rotten than it already was and her stomach felt weird and really twisted and suddenly she threw up. She got to her knees and closed her eyes hard; she didn’t want to see any of this anymore. After a while everything went quiet and she opened her eyes, but everything was still black, as if her eyes were still shut. A little dot was showing over yonder and it approached pretty quickly. When it got close enough she could see that it was the shape of the world, the rotten world. Almost none of the water was shown on it, only an almost amber colored world. There were hideous monsters coming from the distance and began to hold, no, clawing the world with their enormous claws and suddenly they looked over to Kindra, at first just looking at her but afterwards they ran to her in just one blink.
Kindra opened her eyes shockingly and sat up as quick as possible.”Shit… I fell asleep” she said quiet to herself with anger in her voice. She did not remember the dream that well though, only small details. Kindra looked around herself noticing that it had become very dark and the horse were almost impossible to notice because of the black fur it had but she could tell of the shape by the tree that it was him who stood there. Kindra got up and walked to the horse, he looked very calm so there could be no chance of any runners nearby. She sat up on the horse and steered him to the direction home, which meant through the forest. It got even darker and darker each minute that went by so she had to hurry. Her flashlight didn’t reach that far so she couldn’t sprint. They had to take it easy because there were a lot of roots everywhere and the horse could fall; it was a bit of a clumsy horse after all.
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Post by Garrett Sixsmith on Aug 21, 2013 20:26:57 GMT
The silence in the cities now is dead and haunted, a physical thing to inhale and drown in. Garrett is glad in his heart to leave the ghosts and memories of Casper behind. The road home is a long one and dangerous, but out here in the scrublands, miles from the shimmering skyline of the spectre-city, with the road uncoiling ahead of him like some great serpent and the car speakers blasting songs he half-recalls from his childhood, none of that seems to matter.
He's an hour from Jackson and halfway through Journey's Don't Stop Believing (singing along, naturally, because the road has been blessedly clear so far, and the weather, and he hasn't seen a single infected since leaving Casper) when the engine suddenly cuts out without noise or fanfare and the car cruises to a rather tragic stop amidst the trembling evergreens. A deep sigh of resignation later and Garrett is out of the car, with a set of crutches slung awkward across his back where a rifle ought to be.
In times like this, a broken ankle is often a death sentence. For little Agnes (thirteen years old now, hardly “little” any more), however, all it means is a few weeks of considerable discomfort. Surrounded as she is on all sides by the walls of Tommy's settlement, she's about as safe as a person can be, given the circumstances... but still Garrett crossed half Wyoming to secure her a decent pair of crutches. Bandit attacks are still a threat, after all, and nobody wants Agnes lying helpless while the settlement is raided and everyone's firing guns and screaming and slinging crude explosives around.
Besides, crutches are useful to have around, and they're not the only thing he's come back with. Penicillin, morphine, various antibiotic and antiseptic ointments, aspirin, bandages... all manner of medical paraphernalia to keep Tommy's little settlement in relative good health. A lot of it is, admittedly, expired, but it's better by far than nothing, even if he does have to carry it all for the rest of the day.
Machete in hand, he sets off due south-west, leaving the road and heading into the shelter of the trees.
The silence of nature is something he still holds sacred. It's different to the tomblike quality of the stillness in the cities; it's wholesome out here, living and breathing, a constant reminder that, even after all that's happened, nature endures. He supposes it ought to make him feel small and sad, but it just makes him feel alive.
It takes him the better part of twelve hours to reach familiar territory, and by then it's fast getting dark. Twilight comes creeping in, softening the edges of his field of vision, narrowing it bit by bit until at last he's forced to switch on his flashlight and slow his pace. He's determined to get back to the dam today... and it's too late to set up camp, anyway; he can hardly see a thing, even with the aid of his flashlight. The rest of his senses attune to the darkness, heightening in the absence of vision, and somewhere nearby he becomes aware of someone else making their way through the woods.
He curses softly, turns out the light and crouches down low to the ground, listening, listening...
The beam of light cast by the stranger's own flashlight passes over him, and in the dim light of its reflection he thinks he recognises Kindra, but what the hell is she doing out here at this time of night? Fear strikes him suddenly—has something happened at the dam?—but he quells it swiftly and wrestles instead with the question of how to get Kindra's attention without scaring the shit out of her and probably getting a sword through the belly for his troubles.
He settles for lurking down in the dark, half-hidden amongst the roots and plants, and shouting, “Kindra?” in the hopes that hearing her own name will make her realise that she's probably not in immediate danger. That is, assuming it really is her and not just someone who looks a bit like her... and wouldn't that be interesting?
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Kindra Pierce
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Don't be shy to write to me! I loove to talk to people! <3
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Post by Kindra Pierce on Aug 31, 2013 12:29:34 GMT
Nightfall was spreading fast on the sky and Kindra was getting tired even though she had been sleeping for quite a while on the soft grass. The horse was gently moving forward across the roots in the dark forest. The forest was very beautiful on daylight though; the sun would sometimes shine through the gaps of the crowns of the trees and light up the whole forest. It was breathtaking. This forest was one of Kindra’s favorite place to spend time at and just relaxing, thinking, philosophize.
The moon would peek down at her sometimes, it didn’t give much light on the path though but the light made her feel safe, at least for a moment. As she sat there on the horseback she hoped to be home to Tommy’s dam by midnight so she wouldn’t have to set up camp in this dark forest. The wind was blowing hard on the treetops and it was hard to hear the surroundings. A runner could pop up any minute or be close by, Kindra was afraid that that would happen. If a runner or something alike happened to pop up to her, it would be a bad call for her and the horse. The horse could get badly injured and that was the last thing Kindra wanted. This horse has been really close to Kindra’s heart and will always be. She felt like she could talk to this horse about anything, even though it probably wasn’t listening. Plus so can’t the horse argument against her because, yeah, it’s a horse.
Suddenly as she rode through the forest she could hear someone yell her name from close by. She flinched and her body froze. She didn’t quiet recognize the voice that well but she knew she had heard it before and it sounded like a man’s voice. She pointed her flashlight all over the place, looking suspiciously around. It took a moment until she was able to answer the voice. “Who are you?” she first said and quickly changed her mind. She stumbled on some words and then yelled “SHOW YOUR SELF” She then caught herself yelling and quickly drew her hand to her mouth and hoped no runners could hear her.
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Post by Garrett Sixsmith on Sept 5, 2013 21:52:59 GMT
He grimaces a little at Kindra's response but, all things considered, it could have been a lot worse.
“It's me,” he says in a loud whisper, “it's Sixsmith, from the dam.” He hopes that will be sufficient identification; her shout may have attracted unwanted attention, which they stand a better chance of repelling as a team than they do on their own.
Hands raised to indicate that his weapons are holstered and he has no intention of using them, he stands up—slowly, cautiously—in the dazzling beam of torchlight. He lowers one hand, just a little, to shield his eyes, and gives a sort of apologetic shrug, half a smile.
“Sorry if I startled you.”
Satisfied that she's probably not going to kill him now, he steps out of the immediate glare of the light. The darkness is complete now, here under the trees were not even the silver moonlight can reach. Fear of the dark is not generally something that troubles Garrett, but it feels as though it might at any moment reach out with shadowy tendrils and snatch him away to some place where it's always dark and the cold is terrible—
He shudders convulsively and turns his attention sharply to Kindra instead, absently turning his own flashlight back on.
“What are you doing out here, anyway? It's, uh...” he trails off, gestures at the night-time shadows looming all around them, “it's kind of dark. Is everything okay?” He knows he doesn't need to tell her the dangers of being out so late, alone and clearly a little nervous. She's obviously more than aware of the risks, after all, or else she wouldn't have lasted this long.
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Kindra Pierce
Tourist
Don't be shy to write to me! I loove to talk to people! <3
Posts: 18
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Post by Kindra Pierce on Sept 10, 2013 18:29:27 GMT
As the man appeared from the darkness Kindra jumped, ready to strike the creature. She couldn't be sure if it was friendly or not, what if it was a thief and wanted to take her horse or anything else she had in her bag. Who would be out this late if it wasn't for stealing things in the dark or stuff like that. Something odd came to her mind though, that face, she recognized it from before, from Tommy's Dam perhaps. As the man began to spoke she listened carefully. He said that his name was Garrett Sixsmith, she had never heard the name before but she was certain that she had seen the man. Later on the man apologized for his sudden appearance but Kindra dared not to say a word and was now just staring blankly at the man standing beneath the horse. It was kind of a shock to see a person this late at night. It was close to midnight and she knew she had to hurry but now that another human being was at her side she felt kind of safe that she wasn’t alone any more. Well of course she had the horse but the horse would probably run away if something weird would pop up.
When the man flicked the button on his flashlight her eyes twitched and her hazel brown eyes shone as if they were yellow, like a cat lurking in the darkness. They glared at him and she held her arm up to cover her eyes from the blinding light.
Later on the man asked her what she was doing out this late. Kindra thought for a moment as she put down the arm by her side again. She didn’t want to admit that she had been daydreaming all day; she didn’t want him to think she was a pussy. She raised her chin up high looking down on the man who was standing on the twisted roots on the dark ground which seemed to be hollow. She tried to put on her “tough” face to seem cool so he wouldn’t see that she was in quite a shock. “I could ask you the same thing!” She almost grinned when she finished the sentence thinking ‘Nicely done, Kindra. Nicely done!’ She wanted to jump off the horse but she seemed more badass sitting on it, looking all tall and shit.
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