[color=9e0039]CORRINE DOOLAK[/color] - West Road - darkness falling

The crew trudged over the broken pavement through the fog and the quickly darkening surroundings.  Corrine had clutched her jacket around her body as tightly as she could while they walked.  The pistol in her pocket felt heavy and awkward.  She hoped she wouldn't ever have to use it.  She was really grateful that Steve had cleaned and repaired her father's old pistol, and she was fairly certain he'd done it out of a genuine want for her to be protected -- yet she didn't at all have the heart to ever tell him she didn't want to carry it and hated the thought of it.

She swallowed her feelings and kept on.

Corrine stole a glance or two towards him as they walked, unable to read his expression.  Perhaps that was just as well.

They made their way past the water purifier, chugging along in the reservoir.  Corrine, not used to babysitting mainlanders, neglected to warn both James' about the potential for the little glowing stalks to be wildlife, and sure enough, an angler emerged.

The scene erupted so quickly, Corrine would perhaps never be able to piece together all of the details in her mind.  The Fog had that effect on humans.  Castner managed to evade being wounded, but James wouldn't be so lucky.  There was so much blood, and screaming, Corrine suspected the angler had ripped the arm clean off.

Castner aimed and fired at the angler.  Corinne cried out, twirling her spear over her head, then lunging towards the creature.  She hoped the gunshot would distract it enough for her to tear a hole or two into the angler's side.

"Cover me!" she called to Steve, finding dexterity in the adrenaline pounding through her temples.  Corrine thrust towards the angler, aiming for the soft spot behind its head in its neck.