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- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
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- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi
The color had completely drained from Toby's face, leaving him pale and anxious. Part of him wanted to think he'd imagined the horror scene that had just played out over the radio for all of them to hear, helpless to intervene. He raised a shaky hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, and forced himself to take a deep breath, then another. Exhale. We're safe right now, just get to the rendezvous, meet up with the other survivors…. Safe. For now. Or…. were they?
He risked a quick glance at the trees. Sarah's voice brought him back to the present, and he swallowed his hesitation. As forced as her words had come out, he didn't blame her a bit. All he could manage at first was a nod in response; he didn't trust himself to speak. Rather than voicing his agreement, he offered his arm to support Emil, and started walking.
Try as he might to block out the memory of hearing someone being torn to pieces by a monster in real time, the task proved impossible. At any moment, that could be one of the people around him - it could be him. The thought made him all too aware of how defenseless he really was - he could patch up wounds, but inflicting them wasn't a skill he'd ever anticipated needing.
"Um…. someone should probably keep an eye on the trees… y'know. Just in case." His voice wavered, and he cleared his throat to steady it enough to say the words he wanted to hear. "But just as a precaution… I'm sure we'll be fine." Even as he said it, the sentiment seemed hollow.
He risked a quick glance at the trees. Sarah's voice brought him back to the present, and he swallowed his hesitation. As forced as her words had come out, he didn't blame her a bit. All he could manage at first was a nod in response; he didn't trust himself to speak. Rather than voicing his agreement, he offered his arm to support Emil, and started walking.
Try as he might to block out the memory of hearing someone being torn to pieces by a monster in real time, the task proved impossible. At any moment, that could be one of the people around him - it could be him. The thought made him all too aware of how defenseless he really was - he could patch up wounds, but inflicting them wasn't a skill he'd ever anticipated needing.
"Um…. someone should probably keep an eye on the trees… y'know. Just in case." His voice wavered, and he cleared his throat to steady it enough to say the words he wanted to hear. "But just as a precaution… I'm sure we'll be fine." Even as he said it, the sentiment seemed hollow.