[center][h1][color=coral][b]Victoria "Yer Screwed" Taylor[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b]Interacting with:[/b] Jonas [@SgtEasy][/center][center][b]Location:[/b] Whitesburg Vicinity[/center]
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An overwhelming surge of pain shot through her body like a flash of lightning. One moment there was nothing, and the next a world of pain as she found herself falling to the ground. The source of her agony seemed to originate from the fact that her foot was in an unnatural position when she fell unexpectedly. The sight of her fractured ankle elicited a cry and yelp of both pain and horror, as the realisation dawned onto her. She was done for. There was no way she could run now, with her ankle in its current condition.

Jonas had turned back and started apologising even though it wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone's fault really, not even the root of the tree she had tripped over. It had every right to be there. It was just how the world worked. Things happen for no reason, especially bad ones. If it was your time, there was no stopping it. Victoria felt Jonas's hands wrapping around her before lifting it into the air. Limping by herself would slow them down too much, and she acknowledged his action as the desperate choice that needed to be done. They would have to head for the safety of the edge of the forest, or perhaps they were simply running into yet another danger, like pawns in the larger game of chess.

There was nothing they could do now with such a horde of walkers at their tail. The couple could only do what they can and hope for the best. The world worked in mysterious ways, and no one could predict the future.