[center] [h2] [color=8493ca]Alice Olson[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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[center][color=8493ca][b]Location:[/b][/color]Outside the Lumbermill[/center]

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The felt the recoil of her pistol as she killed the lumberjack man infront of her. He dropped to one knee, taking his last breath. The officer felt nothing, not yet. Her body was still buzzing with adrenaine, her skin was bumpy, her small hairs standing on end. She made eyecontact with the dying man. He blinked. In her mind, the man pitched forward, dying in the dirt.

The man opened his eyes, and he gazed upon her, not with the gaze of a man, but with the gaze of pure evil. That smile. Oh, God. Dumbfounded, she stood there as he erupted forth from his kneeling position, slamming his boot into her stomach. The wind was forced from her lungs.

[i][color=8493ca]"Oopmh!"[/color][/i] Her feet left the ground for a brief instant from the sheer force. The instant lasted for an eternity. She looked at her arms trailing behind her. Her ponytail had wrapped around the side of her head and the brown hair was peaking in from the right side of her vison. The firearm went off as her hand clenched, the index finger pulling the trigger.

Her heels touched down, and the inertia yanked her down onto her tail-bone, which in turn yanked down her bad. Vision purpling, body sliding, she slammed into a tree with the rest of her momentum. Her head was propped up against the base of the tree, her ponytai still curled around and laying near the top of her chest. She had a perfect view of the oncoming evil. In her peripheral mind, she saw a woman doing something, but all she could focus on was the hatred incarnate with an axe. So sadistic in it's triumph.

Now recumbant on the ground, with perhaps not enough time to get up, she raised her handgun and fired the last two bullets of her clip. Then, she tried to read the man, hoping that he would immediately attempt to bring the axe down, for as soon as she fired she threw her weight to her right, attempting to roll quickly out of the way and scramble to her feet. All she could was hope she was quick enough and the evil was angry enough to fall for it.

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[center] [h2] [color=00aeef]Jennifer Wolgast[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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[center][color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color]Outside of 9th August Street[/center]

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Jennifer smiled warmly, though her heart still beat quickly.

[color=00aeef]"Oh, yes, of course. I can walk you there. My name is Jennifer, nice to meet you, Lauren."[/color] She said chipperly, extending a hand to help the young woman up.

[color=00aeef]"We'll just leave that nasty man here. I'm sure the police will take care of him. I'm just glad you're alright!"[/color] Said Jennifer. As she walked, Jennifer looked down at her self. She saw her loungewear, her bare feet, and wigged her toes. She turned to go back to her house to fetch some proper clothes, but her eyes fell on the unmoving man on the ground and prickles of fear raced up her spine. Finding herself unable to walk forward, her face turned to Lauren.

[color=00aeef]"Oh, um, do you have a house? Or somewhere to stay? Can I stay with you until the police come to uh, ask us questions? I don't think I'd be comfortable with..."[/color] She gestured vaguely at the disaster. [color=00aeef]"...that...infront of my home. And my powers out. My phone doesn't work, because of that. So I can't- can't really call the police!" [/color] She laughed nervously.

She bit her lower lip. [color=00aeef]"I don't want to be a bother, though."[/color] She finished, her voice low and sheepish.