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I winced a lot while he treated my wounds. It fucking hurt. But the pain soon ebbed away as the ointment he used began to work. "Thanks." I whisper with a weak smile. Spitter goo wasn't anything anyone should screw with. It was like a mixture of the two strongest acids in the world. It hurt like a bitch when it got on a person. "Whats next?" I ask.
Genevieve
The forest is unfamiliar to me as I wonder around lost. My horse grumbles at me and I pat her neck to calm her. Its been days since we've seen anything close to civilization. Which means it has been days since I ran away from home to save my family. My heart constricts at these thoughts. The wound is still much to painful to bare. I had to leave otherwise my family would be taken off of the throne.

Ever since I was a child I've been able to do things other humans cannot. Up until recently I didn't realize exactly what I was considered: a geomancer. A race of people that everyone ostracizes from society. The why part of that is people are scared of them. Scared of what they can do. Correction: What I can do. I am one of them; therefore, I'm considered evil. Right off the bat I can't be trusted of people know what I am.

To top it all of I'm the Princess of my Kingdom Athenor. If it were to be discovered that I'm a magic user I would be killed and so would my family. People still hang on to the belief that its passed down within families. But sometimes, although it is rare, it can happen randomly to people. I'm an anomaly that most would want to keep a secret. Before I left I had been discovered by a servant. He threatened me with my secret on several occasions: taking away my innocence in the process. I had to leave to save myself. At least now people will think he is lying...maybe.

The forest runs out and all of a sudden I am in a clearing. The sun is currently setting in the horizon. I can see a Faerie Island floating above the sun. It is a beautiful sight and I smile. All of a sudden I am knocked off of my horse. I hit the ground hard and stars enter my vision.

"Ahhh, its a pretty little girl." Says a man above me. I cannot make out his face.

"By the looks of her she is rich." Another chuckles beside him. I am roughly picked up and thrown over the man's shoulder, "We are gonna have fun with you tonight, lass." I let out an ear piercing screech into his ear. Suddenly I'm on the ground again. I stand quickly, despite the dizziness I feel, and run towards my horse. Once there I grab my sword. It is heavy, but I know that it'll keep me safe.

"Stay back!" I yell as the men advance towards me once more. They do not listen to me and then they run at me. One runs straight at me and the other to the side. I stab one of them in the stomach before the other tackles me to the ground. Blood is now all over me and it makes me want to gag.

"You little bitch!" Exclaims the one that has been stabbed.

"You shouldn't swear around a lady." I spit.

"You won't be a lady after tonight, my dear." The one holding me whispers in my ear. I shiver at his words. Disgusted by him.
Soooo...Yeah. xD Just needed to post this so that the thread would be created ^_^
I lean back against a wall and try to survey the wound on my arm. It hurts like hell. I slide down to the floor and close my eyes. My face contorting into a wince. I gulp, "I fucking hate spitters." I mutter as I open my eyes and look down at my arm. Its red as if it had been burned. I can see the blisters beginning to form and in some places blood was spotting.
I gulp and aim for the spitter with my gun. I shoot it in the head and it goes down, but not before she spits again. It hits the wall next to me and gets on my jacket. I scream in pain as I struggle to get the jacket off of me. More zombies advance towards me and as soon as I get my jacket off I'm shooting. They keep getting closer and closer. I fear that I am a goner.
Calling my character "you" is grating on my nerves to be honest. Please stop that. My character isn't me she is someone that I made up. Having you say 'you' a lot is just bleh.

Sorry. Don't mean to be mean. :/
I shrug, "looks like they failed since they aren't here anymore." I whisper as I walk outside the saferoom. My gun is raised and I am poised for attack. The zombies don't look our way...yet. I can see the jockey. I appears to be oblivious and I scale the wall to avoid him. I head towards the stadium carefully and quietly. But then one of the zombies spots me and I am force to kill him with my sword. I sever his head and his last roar alerts all of the zombies around him. Well shit.
((Omg...I have the Legend of Zelda mod to...You should hear me when I get one. I run around yelling like a child. Legend of Zelda has always been my favorite game ever :D ))

I sigh and stand, wincing slightly at the throbbing pain in my ankle. "I guess I could handle it." I look out the door and back at him, "I don't even know your name you know." I raise an eyebrow and walk over to the door. I peer out and survey the surroundings. "Mine is Eve." I say.
I glance at him and shrug, "I don't know. Can I trust you?" I study his actions as I pick up a secondary weapon as well: I much prefer swords to machetes. I gather all of the gear I might end up needing. Including a mozletof just in case of another tank appearing.

(Oh gosh I have no idea how to spell mozletof. Sorry. xD)
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